In the observation tower, you make him manifest in the sky again. You aware this requires a lot of trust. Does he trust you?
I DO
You watch through the telescope. At first there is nothing. Then, slowly, your arm begins to burn. Next it feels as if something is struggling under the surface of your skin. A fish in a net. Writhing and gasping. It is a feeling you are used to, but at present it is so intense you must clench the non-affected hand. You nearly pass out. Mercifully, it stops quite abruptly, and--as if the pain has fled your arm for that familiar space of sky--once again Crimsona Major is visible through the lens--just about. He is faint. It is as if his opacity has been turned almost completely down. Like that night you first met. He is merely a ghost of an afterimage. Nonetheless he is there. Excited, you glance at your arm. His spots remain, bright and red as ever, like flecks of blood, but when you tell him he did it, you cannot hear him reply. He is no longer a second narration in your head. The emptiness, so sudden and stark, almost frightens you. He does not move, either. You cannot feel him there. Instead, he blazes so imperceptibly in the night.
Panic. Have you lost him? Trapped him again in that prison he so detests?
A tear slides, hot and horrified, down your left cheek. Only then does he return to you. You feel him restitch himself into your flesh. You hear him ask if it worked. If he did what he was supposed to. He asks why you're crying. You tell him you're sorry, and that you'll never leave him again. Not of your own will, your left arm reaches up and, with floppy, unmoving fingers, clumsily brushes the tears away. It feels like a slap, but you are so grateful, so relieved, so touched, and so impressed by this new step in Crimsona's powers, that you let out a mad, ecstatic laugh. It bounces off the walls: your own reedy voice, infinitely doubled.
You decide emptiness is the worst feeling in the world. You wonder how you ever survived before, with only your own thoughts and feelings and warmth. It is okay. You will never give up the feeling again.
Still, as you look down at your arm, you can't help but feel he has grown smaller.