But just as when she had touched him, when his hand touched her, it met nothing substantial. It wasn't as though he was pushing through air, for there was at least some resistance there, it was more like he was pushing through a liquid just a little bit thicker than water.
She laughed at his reaction. The devilish laugh of someone who delighted in toying with someone else's emotions.
"But of course, this body is a mere apparition," she said, still giggling. "What kind of fool would expect that a Fragment could manifest itself as physically as flesh and bone?"
"You're a terrible woman," Vol said, still not putting his axe away. "If my blade could reach you, I would cleave you in two."
