[ It's all still a little recent, a little oddly real as far as a memory goes, for Petrana's words not to be a little piercing. The gesture of her hand in his does much to make up for it, as does the intent of her words. He remembers her bloodied knuckle, his paltry attempt to soothe it.
So it's really only a twinge. Marcus can brace against it, before it moves on. ]
It felt wrong to be alone, [ he says, quiet enough that his voice is almost all texture.
And it has felt wrong to be alone in the waking world as well. There has always been some form of companionship, even if not the romantic kind. Circle-mates, soldiers, Sima's gentle breathing where she lay on the other side of a dark room. Whatever aloneness (different, you see, from loneliness) he'd experienced in the Gallows had come about tenfold in the darker of the two dreams.
Marcus looks to Julius, then, and says, ] I don't think it fair to expect it of us, to be exactly as we were in our dream. Those men grew towards something together. I think we shouldn't miss all of that.
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So it's really only a twinge. Marcus can brace against it, before it moves on. ]
It felt wrong to be alone, [ he says, quiet enough that his voice is almost all texture.
And it has felt wrong to be alone in the waking world as well. There has always been some form of companionship, even if not the romantic kind. Circle-mates, soldiers, Sima's gentle breathing where she lay on the other side of a dark room. Whatever aloneness (different, you see, from loneliness) he'd experienced in the Gallows had come about tenfold in the darker of the two dreams.
Marcus looks to Julius, then, and says, ] I don't think it fair to expect it of us, to be exactly as we were in our dream. Those men grew towards something together. I think we shouldn't miss all of that.