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[distorting]

[He's sitting cross-legged on a bed in a room that isn't very well lit. The only light that's coming in is from a nearby window, but even then, the dark seems to be crowding the room. Tate seems to stand out from the dark, his blond, messy hair being the only thing that really makes him stand out in the first place.

There is a long quiet that feels awkward and almost wrong as he slowly gets up from the bed to look around the room. He looks familiar enough with it, like he's been there for his whole life, but there's something in his eyes that suggests a longing for something more. It's like nostalgia had taken over him completely. He looks perplexed for a moment, staring down at the bed sheets before looking up abruptly, straight at a memory, or perhaps someone who's not supposed to be in his dream at all. ]

I'm sick of being here.

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[distorting]

To enjoy struggling?

[He's questioning her, that's for sure. He hasn't come across anyone who's said it just like she has.]

[drinkandforget]

Struggle is. [And she wonders how anyone reached near-adulthood without knowing it.]

[distorting]

[He never got the chance.]

That's right. But you wouldn't know each kind of struggling, would you?

[drinkandforget]

I've seen each kind at my river. [But not by direct experience, save for her own battles in the wars.]

[distorting]

That's not knowing it.

[drinkandforget]

Do you mean by experience?

One day, you'll lose those experiences as well. Are they that valuable?

[distorting]

[They shaped his life in so many ways. It's what made him who he was.]

Every past experience is valuable in some way, don't you think? Losing them would make you lose yourself.

[drinkandforget]

Yes. That is the end of every life: losing everything, even yourself.

Do you still think all of this is valuable?

[distorting]

In the dream?

[drinkandforget]

In your reality. [She no longer mocks it; it's come to interest her, to have met some humans who so strongly believe this all has value even if it's so very temporary.

What gives it that value, to them?]

[distorting]

This isn't my reality.

[drinkandforget]

[That's why she'd specified not the dream.]

I'm talking about what is.

[distorting]

[He shrugs, shaking his head.]

What's yours?

[drinkandforget]

My world is under a shadow.

[There's nothing that can stop that; she could only adapt to meet it.]

That doesn't answer what I asked you.

[distorting]

I don't feel like answering it.

[drinkandforget]

Then, are we finished here?