Day With Tora 9

He appeared before her, his face only a centimeter from hers. "Do you have something to say, soldier?"

Tora gulped. Every thought she had would be shared with the illusions, so he knew of her inner complaints. She could keep no secrets from him so she let her previous thought pass. She was willingly suffering from every daughter's nightmare: having their father in their head, knowing every thought she had. "No, sir."

He remained in front of her for a few moments, his eyes squared with hers. Tora was taller than Jordan, and much taller than Miriam. Once upon a time, Tora stood at the same height as her father, but even after adolescence, she was still growing that he was looking up at her.

He moved to stand beside her before saying, "Turn 180 degrees." He ordered.