Diane
The environment around Uriel shifts, and they stand up in awe. Their eyes dart from the flower, to the environment, and back to the flower again. It's... Perfect— a grand stage, an elaborate scene, all crafted around the focal point of a glittering delphinium. 

A tentative hand reaches out to touch the flower, and the illusion ripples. They pull away to preserve the illusion, and look over at Levi. 

《*Illusions, then? It's .. A bit similar to what I do, but— no, this is beautiful.*》

The glow of purple and blue shines in Uriel's eyes as they widen in awe. A giddy laugh erupts from their mouth— or have they forgotten to breathe? Either way, they're completely entranced with the scene laid out in front of them. They look... Younger, the bags under their eyes less intense. 

《*Do you enjoy having these abilities, Levi?*》

It comes out soft, thoughtful, so as not to break the fragile image at their fingertips. 


In a sense, the other's abilities were similar to their own. Uriel created intricate images in other people's minds while they slept— not too dissimilar from what Levi had laid out in the common room. 

Well, barring the invasive nature of Uriel's powers. 

But, perhaps... They held a similar outlook about their abilities, a slight commonality to talk about.
Robert
Seeing the illusion flicker, they'd hum, pulling away their hand as well. Though the illusion of the Delphinium stayed, it was obvious that the 'resting' position it had did not actually have any physics. The illusion remained, even if their hand wasn't intertwined to support the flower petals. Maybe in the future, they would be able to apply better methods in order to create a more realistic set of images.

What caught them off guard though was Uriel's rather delighted response, their laugh gently oozing in the now purple environment. While Uriel was staring at the violet shades blanketing the room, they focused on their appearance- how they responded to the otherworldly visions, and their general vibe with the current atmosphere. They seemed happy. Less stressed and vaguely carefree. They seemed to even _enjoy_ Levi's aesthetic on the canvas of reality. 

They didn't fear.

There was nothing to be afraid of for them.

When they were asked a question, they'd blink, mind mentally resetting for a second as they broke out of their trance. They'd nod, turning their head away to stare at the still image of the beach, light purples and dark blues glinting off the reflection of their glasses. 

_ < Mmm..._

In what context? Where would they even start? Their abilities allowed them to theoretically create infinite visions, a sea of possibilities left to explore and understand. They were able to create cool magic tricks, fool the most experienced naysayers, and build a reflection of anything they wanted. A reflection- a mirage of whatever they desired.

Yet, such abilities made them _different._ And they understood what different meant in this world. Nonconformist. Nontraditional. Abnormal. Inhuman. The slippery slope of the perspective of others on change made it difficult to make whatever they wanted to make- to be who they wanted to be, because others did not- could not understand.

-

They'd look at their own hands, bathed in purples, violets, and blues. Difference was beauty. But beauty could make one bleed. Beauty could kill. They had no idea how to answer that question. Yes? No? Illusions weren't black or white- and neither were the possibilities for this unprecedented set of powers.

_ < I'm not sure how to enjoy them... I was never a painter, or an artist- or a creative person... I was- I'm good with words. Speech. I... I guess I just don't know how to... >_

Levi would trail off into silence.

The meaning behind those words were left to Uriel's interpretations, as they glanced back over to the taller, white-haired individual.

_ < Do you? >_ 

And just like that, the question was thrown back at them.
Diane
Levi's answer was... Interesting. It certainly wasn't an *Uncommon* Answer. 

Coming to terms with actual powers was hard, especially if you were thrown into a prison immediately afterwards. Uriel reached a hand out and patted Levi on the back, the contact just as delicate and light as they were. 

《*They are your abilities, at the end of the day. It's up to you how you use them, but they are there to serve you. You should feel no obligation to use them in any manner you wouldn't like.* 》

When the question is asked back, Uriel lets out a small laugh. It's different than the other one; this one is quiet, tiny, *Sad*.

《*You did remember how you reacted upon hearing what I could do? You're not the first to react in such a manner— and even if I understand the reaction, it's not exactly a pleasant feeling.*》

The question is one Uriel has asked themselves every night, when they fall asleep under the cloak of twilight and are greeted to the scenery of someone else's mind. It's a question that's been engrained in their blood, passed down alongside the powers Uriel wielded so adeptly. 

It was an honest question and so Uriel felt it apt to respond honestly.

《*I could go into people's minds, and devour their dreams. I could weave a tapestry of someone's greatest regrets and worst fears, and use it to extort whatever I want out of them... Or I could do it because I wanted to play God.*》

They pause, standing eerily still. It was the truth, but it wasn't a pretty thing— and Uriel wondered how Levi would react.

《*I could, and yet... I do not. Other people with my abilities do, yes, but I've made a vow to use my abilities to help others. Then again, they do say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions— and do those good intentions make up for a lifetime of causing accidental harm?*》

Uriel studies Levi's face as they talk, grey eyes analyzing how they would react. If Levi wanted honesty, they'd receive it— but once Pandora's box was open, it remained so.
Robert
Although very much visible in the context of a lack of experience when it came to using their powers, there were other factors that heavily affected their answer to that as well. However, they weren't sure _how_ to say it. They weren't even sure if they wanted to tell. Maybe- they'd be fine with focusing on the logistical, intrapersonal side for now- to focus only within the mind and self of their own. Interpersonal issues were something entirely different that could not be tackled at the same time as of the moment. They were so caught up in their mental escapades that Uriel's hand on their back didn't really faze them, even slightly leaning towards it.

Levi would nod at that.

Though they stayed silent, they couldn't stay silent at Uriel's reaction. It was different- and not in a good way. They'd glance over to them with a worried expression, frowning when they heard their answer. 

_ < I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you... >_

But they proceeded onwards. They asked a question, and it would only be fitting if they received an answer, no matter how soul-crushing it was. As Uriel's explanation continued on, the meaning behind the statement quickly started to spiral out of control. Devouring dreams, greatest regrets, worst fears, accidental harm- quite frightening to think that such superpowered beings like them would be able to commit the harshest of humanities atrocities _accidentally._ It took evil men to spread mass suffering to others. To them? It was a Tuesday. Other men would see it as enough to punish them. 

Their purple illusion would flicker, the world around them occasionally flashing a harsh white fluorescent glow. On the purple beach, dark lines would appear in a grid formation, though the illusions all just went away- left with reality.

They'd turn their head away from Uriel, pulling their legs upwards onto the couch. An audible sniff would be heard.

_ < Jeez. I guess it's good that you made that vow. _

They'd turn their gaze to them and wait.