"Hardly," he noted drily, settling in the sand and watching the man. For a human he seemed to have held up well at least? "I'm a collective illusion designed by your subconscious. I doubt I'm comforting. You can call me the Timbroker." At least until he decided if he liked the man or not.

It was easier for everyone to think he was an illusion at first.

Clarice was probably going to strangle him.