Blood Tied (Galtean Klance)

- SEVEN -

Melvark let out a laugh.

"A zombie? You humans are so hilarious!" The Galran Commander ran his finger under his eye, wiping away tears of laughter. "No, no, Lance. You aren't a zombie. Your body didn't have time to decompose, and your brain had been active recently enough, so it did not have the time to deteriorate. You're lucky your friend came when she did. If you were left there for a decade, or many deca-phoebs, then I would understand if you were a zombie."

"Yeah, so I'm not a zombie, but what makes me Altean?"

Being a zombie is more likely than being Altean. And I'm not Altean. I can't be.

Melvark sighed. "I thought you would know by now, but I guess I have to give you more evidence."

Melvark stood, gesturing to the paladins to stand. He led them to the wall with the glowing blue stripe.

"I'd like you two to copy what I do -- and Keith, I do not expect you to succeed in doing this, so please do not become frustrated."

Lance watched as the Galran pushed his hand through the wall, and then walked through. No hesitation.

And then he was back. Walking through the wall.

Lance blinked.

He walked through a wall?! How does he expect Keith and I to copy?

"Keith, Lance, would either of you prefer to go next?"

Lance glanced at Keith, who shrugged and stepped forward. The Red Paladin placed a hand on the wall, and then turned to Melvark.

"This thing's hard as brick." He knocked on the wall for emphasis. "I don't see how you walked through."

"I thought I explained earlier, but I guess I have to re-iterate." Melvark flicked two fingers forward in a 'come here' gesture. "Lance, it's your turn."

Lance gulped, swallowing his nerves. He reached out, fingers barely touching the wall.

And pushed his hand through.