He doesn't have a good answer for that, and he just lets his eyes drop in response. He's right, he knows he is, but that doesn't make him want to protect them from it all anyway.
"Dreams are fickle, they don't care about logic or reality... I'm not sure anything could stop that." He frowns slightly. "But I don't know... sort of what showing up here in the first place felt like." He can't suppress the shudder at the memory of it– all those long, skeletal, dead fingers clawing at every available part of him. "No... his wasn't. Yours was... whether you asked for it or not, I still did it... your blood's always gonna be on my hands now, Jesper."
He frowns slightly and stares, again, at the space on the couch between them before he looks back up at him. "I don't know...just...don't stop?" Don't stop pushing. Don't stop trying. Don't stop coming back.
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Date: 2021-10-10 10:40 pm (UTC)"Dreams are fickle, they don't care about logic or reality... I'm not sure anything could stop that." He frowns slightly. "But I don't know... sort of what showing up here in the first place felt like." He can't suppress the shudder at the memory of it– all those long, skeletal, dead fingers clawing at every available part of him. "No... his wasn't. Yours was... whether you asked for it or not, I still did it... your blood's always gonna be on my hands now, Jesper."
He frowns slightly and stares, again, at the space on the couch between them before he looks back up at him. "I don't know...just...don't stop?" Don't stop pushing. Don't stop trying. Don't stop coming back.