[A "dream?" Did he say that? His brow pinches with focus as he slowly pushes himself up right to sit.]
No...[His voice is idle.] Not a dream...
[He reaches up to place a hand on his throat. As if on cue, a sharp blade of light slices through his neck, then fades. He drops his hands and stares down at them, expression only more baffled.]
It's...over...
[Maybe he should feel dread, shame, remorse - something like that. He doesn't yet. He feels...at peace.
[His eyes go to Aubrey. There's nothing dull or cold about them. Tears continue to roll slowly down his cheeks; he still doesn't look perturbed.]
Sorry...
[He doesn't clarify what for. He's not really sure...]
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No...[His voice is idle.] Not a dream...
[He reaches up to place a hand on his throat. As if on cue, a sharp blade of light slices through his neck, then fades. He drops his hands and stares down at them, expression only more baffled.]
It's...over...
[Maybe he should feel dread, shame, remorse - something like that. He doesn't yet. He feels...at peace.
[His eyes go to Aubrey. There's nothing dull or cold about them. Tears continue to roll slowly down his cheeks; he still doesn't look perturbed.]
Sorry...
[He doesn't clarify what for. He's not really sure...]