[ Cisco hesitates for a long moment. His gut response would have been an immediate yes. He wants so badly to see Eddie, even if it's only for a moment from another plane of reality, just to make sure he's breathing, still there. But his answer gets stuck in his throat. Magic is an unknown. He hadn't just been shot; they'd done something to him so magical healing didn't work. What if being in the same room with him, while in the ethereal plane, hurt him somehow?
But that wasn't how the planes worked, was it? They were overlaid all the time, regardless of any spells Taako cast. They wouldn't be introducing any new energies or substances into the room.
Can he be sure, though? What does Cisco really know about magic, or medicine, or anything at all in the world that is useful? ]
There's... no way that could hurt him, right?
[ He has to ask. Has to be sure. He trusts Taako to tell him the truth. ]
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But that wasn't how the planes worked, was it? They were overlaid all the time, regardless of any spells Taako cast. They wouldn't be introducing any new energies or substances into the room.
Can he be sure, though? What does Cisco really know about magic, or medicine, or anything at all in the world that is useful? ]
There's... no way that could hurt him, right?
[ He has to ask. Has to be sure. He trusts Taako to tell him the truth. ]