We Need to Talk.

Mind was currently sitting patiently as his spell concluded its work, allowing him access to Duwell's own mind.

She was reluctant at first to join him, as was Nick.

But, they both had to do this for themselves. They, as all beings are, have a sense of their own depths to being free.

These journeys the two are going ahead with won't be able to fix them completely. Or, maybe not even partially. It's very possibly it will only render them unable to every escape their own mental trappings. But, there is always the choice. A choice to weigh the negatives being worth the effort.

...

Where am I?

Duwell was well aware this was a where. Maybe not a when or how, but definitely a where.

As the void of greys, dark and light hues of the mute color adorned the ceiling.

No, no. They are the ceiling.

Mind simply ported in, his magic visibly downloading him as Duwell suddenly grey all hot and bothered by his entrance.

Duwell got up from the...floor as it were, ready to get some answers.

She barked back in her usual tone, "Hey! Where am I?! What'd you do?!"

The void spun and swirl, almost as if it was being commanded to, controlled. Scorned into twists and turns of a new oblivion, difference prominently being its purple saturation.

Of cooler purples that popped in and out through tiny explosions, dotting the skyline...if that made sense.

Mind asked of her, calmly, "Where am I? And, what is it you are doing?"

Before he let her deliver more wrath his way in glares and groans, Mind responded once more, "I mean to say this is you. Not in the sense that you are the void we are in, but this is where your inner self resides. Not the complex of it, though. Merely what you stress over. If I had access to your heart like Kelly, I could fully comprehend your entire being given enough time. How the heart seeks your desires. But, that's not what I'm here for. The mind, whilst terrible, is equally insightful, don't you agree?"

Duwell marched over to him, materializing a chain of pure magic for intimidation purposes, "I want you to go."

"Actually, you don't. This is your mind. I am only allowed access to where you let your guard down. I can't be a threat to your psyche. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here speaking with you. You might say you feel scared or worried, but you're simply not."

Duwell huffed, despawned her weapon, and calmly sat down on the ground, spitting out, "Whatever. Just get on with your questioning or interview or however you want to this form of torture to go by."

Mind's eyes and...cheeks slightly rose. For just an instant.

Torture? I'd never.

Duwell didn't think that. Those words. At least, she thought she hadn't thought them up...

Mind then stood up, walking away into the unknown as he understood, "Ah. I see. You're also syncing up with my mental state. Good."

He calmly proceeded to walk off into the distance, being masked by the void as he delivered a call to question, "Would you like to try a hoof at gambling?"

...

Duwell's will was like her anger. So, she rushed onward after hearing his proposal.