[He was in his favorite clothes in that dream, ones that are in his closet right now. Usually he never dreams of them in that kind of detail - the demon face on the back would be missing, his belt would be gone... But not this time.
They were both murderers in those dreams.
Still, it was fake. It was. He had long hair in that dream - he never owned that outfit back then, he wasn't even that age when his hair was that style. That accident with the scissors happened when he was thirteen or so, not seventeen.
Dwelling more on them would just make them spout more denials and maybe even make Luke sick again, though. So, he turns to his other side, facing Asch now, and forces up a little smile.]
I took a nap earlier. I dreamed of this thing that looked like Star, but a different color and a lot more annoying. [Now that smile's looking a little more genuine, and he lowers his voice as if he's sharing some kind of secret.] I kicked it like a ball, and it went flying. But it still came running back to me. [He pauses, the smile falling away in favor of confusion.] ... It talked somehow. It called me Master.
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They were both murderers in those dreams.
Still, it was fake. It was. He had long hair in that dream - he never owned that outfit back then, he wasn't even that age when his hair was that style. That accident with the scissors happened when he was thirteen or so, not seventeen.
Dwelling more on them would just make them spout more denials and maybe even make Luke sick again, though. So, he turns to his other side, facing Asch now, and forces up a little smile.]
I took a nap earlier. I dreamed of this thing that looked like Star, but a different color and a lot more annoying. [Now that smile's looking a little more genuine, and he lowers his voice as if he's sharing some kind of secret.] I kicked it like a ball, and it went flying. But it still came running back to me. [He pauses, the smile falling away in favor of confusion.] ... It talked somehow. It called me Master.