IT DOESN'T MATTER TO ME HOW YOU USE YOUR TIME. ALL THAT MATTERS, IN THE END, IS THAT I WILL BE THERE. Rincewind wasn't afraid anymore. All things considered, this was a good place to be, in figurative terms. Here was Death admitting that he didn't care about having them right now. He'd wait. Waiting, decided Rincewind, was a good thing for Death to do. He could wait all he wanted.
The others were beginning to recede. They had no foothold here. The combined, realistic expectations of two failure mages was enough to terrify even the most substantial illusion. Reality, Rincewind thought, was trying to reinstate itself. It was doing a decent job of it. What it couldn't seem to wipe away was the lone silhouette before them. It continued to loom. The illusion was considering its options.
Rincewind detached himself from Waver and managed to stand. Feet still dug into the cool, silver sand. He looked over. "All right?" He asked, still unsteady on his own two legs.
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The others were beginning to recede. They had no foothold here. The combined, realistic expectations of two failure mages was enough to terrify even the most substantial illusion. Reality, Rincewind thought, was trying to reinstate itself. It was doing a decent job of it. What it couldn't seem to wipe away was the lone silhouette before them. It continued to loom. The illusion was considering its options.
Rincewind detached himself from Waver and managed to stand. Feet still dug into the cool, silver sand. He looked over. "All right?" He asked, still unsteady on his own two legs.