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[oncefutureking]

[The communicator clicks on, and it's almost the first of any word from Arthur there has been since the dreams, but there is no sound save for gentle breathing. On the other side, Arthur is holding it in a firm grip, knuckles white. He knows he should say something, that perhaps he should apologize to everyone he'd killed, but what is there to say

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[voice]

[willowtenbrook]

Hey, are you okay?

[voice]

[oncefutureking]

I have been better.

[voice]

[willowtenbrook]

You didn't do that, you know. It's just a dream.

[voice]

[oncefutureking]

Tell that to everyone else.

[voice]

[willowtenbrook]

'Kay. They already know it, I bet, but I'll do it anyway.

[voice]

[oncefutureking]

What one knows and what one believes are entirely different, Willow.

[voice]

[willowtenbrook]

Well, yeah, but I know the dreams aren't real. And I believe that the whole thing is just Discordia, or someone else, trying to make us afraid of each other.

[voice]

[oncefutureking]

Some of those dreams have a shred of truth to them.

...I cannot understand what enjoyment she receives out of this.

[voice]

[willowtenbrook]

That's the thing. If there's something like the truth in them they're more effective, right? But I don't believe you'd do that either.

As for Discordia, I think she's just a bully.

[voice]

[oncefutureking]

Hnm.

She's a sorceress, and a dark one at that. I shouldn't be as surprised as I am.

[voice]

[willowtenbrook]

Maybe, but no one wants to expect the worst from people. Even, like, horrible people. Or no one wants to dwell on it, at least.