[Blake sighs heavily. Fuck, but he's tired. His sleep was bad enough without dreaming about being locked up in a little cell, looking out a barred window to watch Emily and her Gallade walking off towards something dark and sharp grabbing for them, something they couldn't see, and no matter how much he yelled they didn't hear.]
[Weren't you supposed to forget this shit when you woke up?]
Yeah. I'm done.
[He knows what's true. That's what matters. Right?]
[text]
[Weren't you supposed to forget this shit when you woke up?]
Yeah. I'm done.
[He knows what's true. That's what matters. Right?]
[After a minute, he adds]
So whatever happened to your evil twin?