22nd moon [video/action]

[puppet_paladin]

I've found Marcus and Seifer in my storage this morning.

[A pause. The feed shows the sky and nothing more, with small, regular movements hinting that it was not placed on a stable surface. The sounds of waves is very close by.]

My head hurts terribly, and my dreams make no sense, even though they're not quite dreams, even though-

[He interrupts

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[video]

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Dreams?

[Yes, that's what he picks up on. The names mentioned aren't telling him anything, but he looks at Cecil with some sympathy, assuming.]

[But, a more important "question":]

You don't sound very well.

[video]

[puppet_paladin]

Dreams. Flashes of people and pieces of worlds, too fleeting to make much sense.

[Not that his explanation makes much sense either.]

...Two of my friends returned to their worlds yesterday.

[video]

[blacklodged]

So they're not dreams at all.

[Cooper can ... guess, even if Cecil already said so in his broadcast, in a sense. He's had dreams that were far from ordinary.]

I'm sorry to hear that. Will you be alright?

[video]

[puppet_paladin]

Memories, perhaps. Or hallucinations, or visions. There weren't enough to tell for certain.

I will be, once I do something. I'll leave to earn the Fog badge tonight. That should help.

[video]

[blacklodged]

I hope you'll understand them soon.

[He looks him over here, before nodding.]

Good luck.

[video]

[puppet_paladin]

...Thank you. I should feel better soon enough.

['As long as no one else disappears' is unspoken, but still there in his voice.]

[video]

[blacklodged]

Take care, Cecil.

[And he means it - take care. It's the best words of support he's got right now. Then he ends the feed.]

[video]

[puppet_paladin]

...Yes.

[And he goes back to watching the sky, even as the feed ends.]