"I believe I had the same dream," he says with a humorless smile. His hand catches Essek's and gives it a squeeze, as if to affirm that he is here and real. "I can't--"
Verin pauses, looking away for a moment like that might help him focus. It doesn't. He takes a few steps back to sit on the bed again.
"I remember the conversation. I don't remember leaving." But he's also sure he wasn't here all this time, because he has memories of Xhoras filling that gap. Verin lets go of Essek's hand to push his fingers into his hair - braided in a different style than it had been the last they saw each other.
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Verin pauses, looking away for a moment like that might help him focus. It doesn't. He takes a few steps back to sit on the bed again.
"I remember the conversation. I don't remember leaving." But he's also sure he wasn't here all this time, because he has memories of Xhoras filling that gap. Verin lets go of Essek's hand to push his fingers into his hair - braided in a different style than it had been the last they saw each other.