[ He wishes he could say that each time he brings up Mal to someone that it gets easier. Maybe if he'd been able to talk about her in the immediate aftermath of her death, it wouldn't feel like speaking of a long-buried secret. But, he hadn't. None of them had, really. Mal's death had left a gaping hole in all their lives, something he and Cobb had carefully stepped around if they ever ventured too close to the topic.
Even now, with Subaru's gentle acknowledgment, he feels like he's right at the lip of that abyss; the vertigo of looking down from a high ledge. Arthur swallows around the symbolic discomfort and pushes onβshe would have wanted her ideas known. And there really isn't a better way, so far as they know, to tell the difference between reality and a dream. ]
Should someone visually recreate it in a dream, the weight would be an unknown factorβyou'd know instantly if it were incorrect. Haptic memory is nearly our best, in terms of senses, and tends to follow us into a dream more readily.
[ Death has a signature that's both impossible to mistake and impossible to succinctly describe. It waits in the corners of the house you thought you knew, it catches you mid-step on a busy metropolitan sidewalk. It stalks with static strides, in blooms of instinct millennia old, in years that feel like yesterday. It walks with you into a dream, and it waits for you to awaken, or to not awaken. To acknowledge, or to not.
He knows. He knows, he knows. This is his language. This connection blurs faintly at the edges with it. ]
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Even now, with Subaru's gentle acknowledgment, he feels like he's right at the lip of that abyss; the vertigo of looking down from a high ledge. Arthur swallows around the symbolic discomfort and pushes onβshe would have wanted her ideas known. And there really isn't a better way, so far as they know, to tell the difference between reality and a dream. ]
Should someone visually recreate it in a dream, the weight would be an unknown factorβyou'd know instantly if it were incorrect. Haptic memory is nearly our best, in terms of senses, and tends to follow us into a dream more readily.
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He knows. He knows, he knows. This is his language. This connection blurs faintly at the edges with it. ]
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