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[matchbreaker]

Elda Marker

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[lostapprentice]

But can you even say he's truly better the way he is now, ignorant of Retrospec or any past life? Perhaps it makes him seem safer or happier. But to me, losing all awareness of what's going on is a worse fate than never learning it at all.

[Perhaps it would be easier to live with that sense of normality restored. But easy doesn't mean right.]

[matchbreaker]

He vanished in August, thrown into that other dimension. What, are you shallowing everything?

[ About Retrospec, About all this? ]

[lostapprentice]

He came back in one piece, didn't he?

[He feels she would have mentioned it if not. He shakes his head, though, as he clarifies something.]

I'm not saying what Retrospec does to us is easy. But what about you? Would you be fine with the idea of returning to that fake sense of normality?

[matchbreaker]

[ False sense of...

The nightmare shifts, and suddenly there's a wall of stained glass, probably blinding in the darkness. There's a whole mural of various people that she's know, met through the app, or remembered in her dreams. There's a small tapestry there, and all of them slowly start to change, red eyes gleaming. ]

I... I merely want what is best for my boy.

[ And that's... uncertain now. ]

[lostapprentice]

[Ren has to squint at that, certainly, even as he tries to scan it, but it's a bit much to take in when they've been standing in mostly darkness for a while. In trying to cover his eyes, though, he finds that his hand isn't entirely solid enough to block it.

Hm—he's disappearing around the edges. He merely glances at this phenomenon briefly before turning his gaze back to Elda. He had to leave somehow, anyway, and it's not as if the traditional way was going to work here, was it?]

Then I hope you'll find whatever that is.

[matchbreaker]

[ It's a nightmare. Nightmares are always fruitless.

She attempts to respond to the man, but the minute she does - yes. He fades out of existence (or well, dream-existence) with the sound of shattering glass. ]