[He's hovering, he realises. He's hovering, and the unsaid truth of the extent of the quest remains unsaid, and he supposes he should say something, shouldn't he?
But. But, he doesn't really have to fuck Dom, does he? He can do everything else. He can do the rest of it, the incorruptible wish fulfilment of Jules, age 10, screaming for his brother the day he was taken from him. He swallows. ] My brother, maybe. Or myself.
[ It's ... a good thing, if he wants to promote his brother, he supposes. It's still weird, and it feels weird, and Jules being in his dream is weird. Dom goes quiet to think, and think, surroundings blurring, fading out its made up inhabitants as his concentration lies elsewhere. The streets come alive when he asks, ]
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[He's hovering, he realises. He's hovering, and the unsaid truth of the extent of the quest remains unsaid, and he supposes he should say something, shouldn't he?
But. But, he doesn't really have to fuck Dom, does he? He can do everything else. He can do the rest of it, the incorruptible wish fulfilment of Jules, age 10, screaming for his brother the day he was taken from him. He swallows. ] My brother, maybe. Or myself.
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How were you able to jump into my dream?