*he gently put his hand on her opposite shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze*
Alastor: “Just a bit longer, dear. I’d like to pop over and say hello to my producers. Then we can leave.”
*he presses his palm flat against the inner glass*
Harvey: “She hooked me up to this- this machine I- I’m still alive somewhere. My body it’s- it’s asleep. But my mind is here somehow-“
*he took a shaky deep breath, his whole body still trembling slightly. His fuse goes out with a soft hiss and the smoke trails up*
“So I’m trapped here in this colorful nightmare? No- this had so be a bloody joke- you- you lot aren’t real.”
