Alice rolled her eyes as he finished his sentence.  She had heard speeches like this before, mostly from idealistic men who had faced very little resistance in their lives.  She looked at the glow in his hand and her brow furrowed in anger and frustration, and as if the glowing little ball heard her, it seemed to flicker and then darken by her will.<br/><br/>"Manipulate seems like the word we should be focusing on here.  You manipulated me.  Don't give me this "the world is magical place." Bullshit.  You could have come out and shared this weeks ago."  She said angrily, but she did not rise from the chair she now sat in.  As her anger rose, so did the pull of the so-called "flow" he had mentioned.  It called to her, it wanted her to feel the sensations she had when she pushed the knife and unlocked the handcuffs.  She had been so terrified she had not realized how much adrenaline flushed through her system at the thrill of 'bruising' reality.  Alice still thought he was full of shit, but it was clear to her that was not some kind of hoax.  That was something real and tangible, something she could reach out and touch if she tried hard enough.<br/><br/>"So what?  You're Yoda and I'm Luke now?  Is that it?"  She said, her tone still clearly frustrated, despite the act that she had softened slightly.  She wondered now if she was mad at him for kidnapping her, or more mad at him for taking away the notions that had been budding in her head around him.  Girls liked to fantasize about the future with the guys they liked, and Alice had let her imagination run a little too wild as she and Frederick had started to get close.  Now it felt as if the guy she had started to get to know had just been some kind of illusion.  Bait.  Something meant to draw her in and keep her here.