[ With their tethers all misaligned and unreliable, he can't blame anyone for seizing their chance at connection through the Murmur's basest form. ]
Our host is fond of spectacle in this dream, isn't she? [ can you sense how much he just loves that. ] I'm well enough, with the circumstances. I'd ask if something was the matter...
It has been. [ As far as seeing goes. Sensing, on the other hand... ] Though, as I'm sure someone of your talent might have figured out, time and the sequence of events aren't linear here.
( There's a quiet sort of acceptance in the delivery of those words, and the wavering consideration of how much to trouble Subaru with the knowledge of. He knows they were both already metaphorically staring across a certain arena at each other for certain felt happenings, for at least as long as he can remember...
But there are blanks in his memory. Ones that are too long. Some that Choi helped him out with, others that he's not so sure. )
A demon curse. They're what we had to turn to, to keep up with the times. Powerful demons sealed in sacred items, like a weapon. Just touching them is enough of a risk to lose yourself to their temptations completely. If the demon takes over, you'll become a man-eating monster and go on a rampage.
( Steady, matter-of-fact, textbook. )
But if you make it past that, you can use their power to far surpass the strength of a human. Severed limbs can reattach, organs can regrow. By feeding it more desire, you gain more power, at the risk of your own humanity.
[ To keep up with the times, he says, to crack open the fast-spinning innards of an occult world that better sensibilities would leap and scratch and love to forget. ]
That's an ancient kind of bargain. [ Nostalgic and whole, familiar sounding but still a broad sketch. More to the point, his observation slows — ] ...you're in possession of one.
( Guilt swirls around the murmur, murky. Though his friends would argue he didn't have a choice, he's never been able to think that way about himself. He knows it's the only way he could have kept up with anything, the only way he could be alive now, but... )
Yeah. A katana. In the dream, it can appear out of nowhere. Back home, it would fly to me from any length if I tried to leave it. But it only seems to have found me in sleep.
( A pause, as he tries to consider his phrasing. He's skipping over plenty of the nitty gritty details here, things he doesn't want to reveal, doesn't want to get into, doesn't want to worry him with, but. )
When the world ended, a lot happened. The demon's a lot stronger than it used to be.
( Even in a foggy link of murmur rather than tether, it's difficult to hide the purposeful obscuring of truth there. The gist of it is all he needs: the demon is strong, more dangerous. I'm dangerous, he means to say. )
If it's true that Sleep is positioning her powers in us as vessels for her true wish, then it's reasonable that your own would be suppressed while you're awake. Finding them again in a dream is a sort of hope, but one you don't have command of.
[ Instead, it's pressurized and incendiary. It appeals to the baser instincts of the dreamer, even if out of want for normalcy.
In that regard, Subaru understands the omission. Faint acceptance braids the connection. ]
By "stronger" — you mean it stands a chance of overcoming you?
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