014 - text post, private
I thought you were testing me, my love, and perhaps you are, but you don't know you're doing it, do you? It's so clear to me now-you have forgotten who you are. You say you have been here a year, but I know how unreliable memory can be; so unreliable, when you can reshape your reality with a thought, when you can build and destroy with a breath.
Perhaps that's why this place is so mad. We are all dreamers in limbo, creating and destroying and we don't even know we're doing it.
The first time they stopped me. The second was a mistake; I should have taken matters into my own hands, not depended on the blade in the hand of another-in the hand of a dream, no less. I will not make that mistake again. And I will not go alone, my love. It would be wrong of me to leave you here alone, forgetting, forgotten. Arthur will find his own way out eventually-and Eames, and the girl Ariadne, they will too. I cannot help them all, but I can help you.
I don't know where we'll be, but it doesn't matter. We'll be together.
[This is going somewhere, of course. Say, middle of next week...]
Perhaps that's why this place is so mad. We are all dreamers in limbo, creating and destroying and we don't even know we're doing it.
The first time they stopped me. The second was a mistake; I should have taken matters into my own hands, not depended on the blade in the hand of another-in the hand of a dream, no less. I will not make that mistake again. And I will not go alone, my love. It would be wrong of me to leave you here alone, forgetting, forgotten. Arthur will find his own way out eventually-and Eames, and the girl Ariadne, they will too. I cannot help them all, but I can help you.
I don't know where we'll be, but it doesn't matter. We'll be together.
[This is going somewhere, of course. Say, middle of next week...]