[The change that he feels coming over him is like a slow release of tension — not immediate, but a draining sort of thing that eventually makes his limbs feel less leaden, his vision only partly smothered in static, and Connor attempts to stand again.
He’s vaguely more successful this time, swaying on his feet visibly. But stand he does. He’s thankful, and will say as much, once the shock wears off.]
Geordi, this Storm... [His look is still far-off.] How can it be so strong from this far?
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He’s vaguely more successful this time, swaying on his feet visibly. But stand he does. He’s thankful, and will say as much, once the shock wears off.]
Geordi, this Storm... [His look is still far-off.] How can it be so strong from this far?