[ He doesn't dream much either, and when he does it's hard to remember the mush of images and sentiments. Like a play behind a misty curtain, unimportant when his mind would just rather rest after straining to handle the vivid nightmares of Uk'otoa after so long.
Fingernails pick at the runes on the sword. ]
I'm sorry ... that I told you. I had no right to dump everything on you like I did.
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[ He doesn't dream much either, and when he does it's hard to remember the mush of images and sentiments. Like a play behind a misty curtain, unimportant when his mind would just rather rest after straining to handle the vivid nightmares of Uk'otoa after so long.
Fingernails pick at the runes on the sword. ]
I'm sorry ... that I told you. I had no right to dump everything on you like I did.