Daniel watches him, wishing he could extend something better than his peristence, something that Rashad is clearly finding to be profoundly upsetting and distressing, and he hovers on a tenuous edge, a brink of indecision.

The flickering of his endurance and the realization that he cannot hold his form indefinitely is what changes his mind. He doesn't have the energy to simulate a nod, so he simply looks at Rashad for a long moment.

"I just don't think the universe is as polarized as you think it is," he says softly. "That's all."

The energy reaches the nadir where it would become unsustainable, and he reluctantly lets go. The projection fades in the space between blinks, and his awareness uncoils from the nameless alleyway to trail back into its amorphous, drifting disorder.