Once he starts speaking the words, Fabrice can feel himself focus, directing his attention entirely to the bowl before him. He, of course, still recognizes Demetri's presence, but he also is able to put his own attraction aside to look deep into the water contained in the bowl.
He stirs the water once, twice, three times for good measure; he concentrates, willing an image to appear on the surface.
"Oh!" He proclaims a moment later. Before him, in the water, are Moira and James, together, oddly enough, Moira holding James up as they take refuge in the corner of a room of some sort, in what looks to be like a labyrinth. "Well, they're both alive, at least."
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He stirs the water once, twice, three times for good measure; he concentrates, willing an image to appear on the surface.
"Oh!" He proclaims a moment later. Before him, in the water, are Moira and James, together, oddly enough, Moira holding James up as they take refuge in the corner of a room of some sort, in what looks to be like a labyrinth. "Well, they're both alive, at least."