[ good that south didn't have too much baggage coming out of it, he guesses. he nods, but his attention is clearly caught when she mentions the dreams. he's barely had time to think about them, still reeling in the aftermath of everything else, of how he'd possibly straight up killed someone he apparently cared about even if in real life he's a piece of shit. ]
The dreams. Right. [ shitty dreams are not unfamiliar to him. at all. he closes his eyes for a moment, with a quiet sigh. ] I think York saw something of mine, too.
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The dreams. Right. [ shitty dreams are not unfamiliar to him. at all. he closes his eyes for a moment, with a quiet sigh. ] I think York saw something of mine, too.