"I could try." Jay seems understandably hesitant about the idea, but outside of giving him a truncated step-by-step instructional guide on How To Be Incorporeal In A World That Is Largely Not, Daniel doesn't know how else he can help. He can't simply walk away; that's not what he does, that's not what he is.
Marshaling what little power he has here hasn't always gone well, but Jay's pattern of being is so shattered and fragile and helpless and - it's what he does. He'll rend himself apart if it does something, anything to help.
He smiles at the wisp of a man in front of him, and it's too tired and too pained.
"I don't think I can, at this point," he says with something approaching wry humor. "You don't need to do anything. Just - stay where you are."
To exist as energy is to project one's will with a thought. He is thought, bound in form, absolute, transcendent.
His visible form condenses into light, blindingly white and impossibly brilliant, collecting to pool in Jay's insubstantial chest.
Daniel exercises every atom under his jurisdiction with the will to transduce the energy before him into matter. Into matter, solidity, mass, able to be executed upon by kinetic force. The potential for life already exists on every level, in the vaguely electromagnetic buzz of Jay's transparent physiology, in the quantum haze of his construction, the faded, unmoored collective of his being. Daniel wills it to change, alter its phase. Open, exist, be.
Daniel feels his continuous stream of will and intent and energy shatter under the duress of a single thought:
no subject
Marshaling what little power he has here hasn't always gone well, but Jay's pattern of being is so shattered and fragile and helpless and - it's what he does. He'll rend himself apart if it does something, anything to help.
He smiles at the wisp of a man in front of him, and it's too tired and too pained.
"I don't think I can, at this point," he says with something approaching wry humor. "You don't need to do anything. Just - stay where you are."
To exist as energy is to project one's will with a thought. He is thought, bound in form, absolute, transcendent.
His visible form condenses into light, blindingly white and impossibly brilliant, collecting to pool in Jay's insubstantial chest.
Daniel exercises every atom under his jurisdiction with the will to transduce the energy before him into matter. Into matter, solidity, mass, able to be executed upon by kinetic force. The potential for life already exists on every level, in the vaguely electromagnetic buzz of Jay's transparent physiology, in the quantum haze of his construction, the faded, unmoored collective of his being. Daniel wills it to change, alter its phase. Open, exist, be.
Daniel feels his continuous stream of will and intent and energy shatter under the duress of a single thought:
Crap.
And the next moment, the light is gone.