[ The alarm is genuine, moving closer to lay a hand on Wangji's arm to check he is real, not another imagined slice of madness. This realm hardly feels real, save for the fact he can touch and see and smell it (which could be an elaborate illusion, but his brother is not). Quite aside from his own distress, he tries to soften what he can sense. ]
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[ The alarm is genuine, moving closer to lay a hand on Wangji's arm to check he is real, not another imagined slice of madness. This realm hardly feels real, save for the fact he can touch and see and smell it (which could be an elaborate illusion, but his brother is not). Quite aside from his own distress, he tries to soften what he can sense. ]
I am here now, Wangji. I am here.