[Papa! Please! Anybody, help!]
[I'm trying, baby girl. Papa's trying as hard as he can...,] Tortallio_ said in an attempt to comfort the projection of his daughter, despite knowing she can't hear him.
[Hmmm, is it just me or is this storm actually getting wilder?,] Shockheel teased.
[Shut it!]
At this moment in time, Tortallio_ had yet to answer Shockheel's question about not being able to make peace with his death, by forcibly trying to do so in the moment.
What this actually entailed involved Tortallio_ to sit across from the spiritual projection of his daughter, and attempt to meditate while being surrounded by the raging storm in his core.
He didn't have to have the storm surrounding him while he did this, but he figured it would help him visualize his own inner turmoil to see if it worked.
So far...nothing happened.
