( 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. )
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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. )