Not okay was decidedly a decent way of describing it. Mono was currently a mixture of panic and anger at what seemed like such a cruel joke to be playing on him. It was like that thing must have decided just watching him sit alone in that chair wasn’t entertaining anymore, like it wanted a new show to watch. The world wasn’t changing back around him; it wasn’t bending to his powers the way it had when he’d ended up at the bottom of the tower in the first place. Instead of warping around him, things were just creaking and breaking instead.

The boy practically begged for the world to change back, to stop messing with him. To stop tricking him.

Then he looked up sharply at the voice, hands still balled into fists and the static buzzing in his eyes as his power, the signal he was the source of, flowed around him. At first he was entirely still, but then he began to edge back slightly. That couldn’t be Nida… Right? He couldn’t be here either. The boy’s form blurred and looked like it stuttered slightly as he edged backwards warily, before in a blink of an eye he was a few feet away.

“You can’t be here.” He mumbled with a surprising amount of certainty.