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Well...

We don't belong in the world of nothingness. Even if it's just a nightmare vision, it doesn't want us here.

[Minuet's own flesh hand is beginning to display similar damage from where the orb drained colour from it, though still just a little bit, at the edges.]

[ He struggles with something for a second, wordlessly, mouth pressed then. The radiating hostility bleeds through the link in their minds, even as it's immediately reeled back in.

He lets Charon's wrist go. ]

How often do you dream about the end of the world, Charon?

[he makes a slight movement like he's going to reach after Minuet's hand, but doesn't quite follow through, feeling that]

Not often.

[ Area man who only acknowledged his own psychic abilities at the age of 150+ questions whether he's really allowed to be territorial over another dude's mind or not ]

But you were anticipating it, in this case.

[that's kind of romantic (???)]

The first time I died here, it took me as soon as I closed my eyes.

[ It's pretty romantic!

Mostly there's just a sharp pang of guilt, also quickly reeled in. A dude with intense fear of nothingness dies, experiences nothingness, then falls asleep and experiences the creeping horror of a world consumed by it. Cool. ]

Shit.

Don't.

I agreed to the conditions just as much as you did.

[ don't tell him to don't ]

I'm gonna see if I can stop it.

...

[that is a step MUCH further than 'I'm gonna see if I can guide your dreams in a better direction']

Minuet...

You'd do the same.

[ (ACCUSATORY) ]

[shit. he's got him there

...

makes a decision.]

Come here a moment.

[ ...?

Doing so ]

[he may mark Charon dipping the other hand in a pocket for a moment, before reaching up toward's Minuet's face with it.

he smells blood.]

[ heLLO???

It's a testament to his innate trust in Charon that he doesn't duck out of the way ]

Uh--?

[the blood's drawn in a stripe acoss his forehead, like an Ash Wednesday cross half-done. it feels too hot.]

I am taking no chances. If you run into him, it's hard to keep him from killing people outside of my family, but I will try.

[ Gross........... but he doesn't try to rub it off or anything ]

Don't worry about it. What's the worst he can do to me in here?

[tilts his head]

Kill you.

[ Flaps a hand ]

It's a dream. I'll be fine.

[grips his upper arm, with painful urgency]

Treat it like it's not.

[ Pauses ]

Why?

Because if you're trying to stop this, you are interfering with a contract, not a dream.

... Alright. I'll be careful.

[swallows

then nods towards the east library wall. there's a door visible past the shelves. was that always there? who knows]

[ Squeezes Charon's elbow for a second -- doesn't want to grab a hand that's crumbling away ]

I'm sorry. I'll do what I can.

[ Off through the new door!! ]

[he is in a small inn room. it is nondescript, furnished in the impersonal way most inn rooms are. there is a great deal of what seems very much like dried blood on the floor, even if it's greyscale like the rest.

there is a knife on the table.

there is one door out. it's not the one he came through.

the curtains over the small single window are drawn, but the light flickers through them strangely.]

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