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[weenwoon]

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[firstworldproblem]

[He shakes his head still not facing him.]

Not at all. As beautiful as they tried to make that place, the dawn never looks as brilliant as this. Full of life, hope, an love.

[weenwoon]

...It is.

[He raises a hand to his chest, feeling surprisingly... present.]

...Do you think we will see it again? Not in dreams, but in reality. Will we ever go home?

[firstworldproblem]

I will not give you false hope. The chances are not in our favor.

But I have more faith that we will than I have in ... well, I can hardly remember. So again I dare chance to hope.

Does it truly touch you so deeply? To be honest I am a bit surprised that such a feeling would carry over here, to the production, where much can be stripped away.

[weenwoon]

...then perhaps it is part of who I've always been, not who I've grown to be over the course of my life.

[He stays quiet for a while, watching the sky.]

Lahabrea tells me that our people have ever been caring. Is it so strange, then, that I care for our home?

[firstworldproblem]

It's not that. Never have I doubted you cared or loved it so deeply. 'Tis more that the connection remains when all of your abilities and memories have been stripped away.

[He sits next to him.]

Would you like to rest in this dream?

[weenwoon]

It just... feels right.

[He nods slowly in response to the question.]

...I would. It's... peaceful, here.

[Gently, he runs his hand over the grass, catching stray blades of it between his fingers.]

[firstworldproblem]

[He summons for him a blanket laid beside him if he so desires.]

Then rest, my friend. I will watch over you for the remainder of the night.

[weenwoon]

[The blanket is certainly welcome! Hythlodaeus gives him a grateful nod, then pulls it over himself and drifts off to untroubled sleep soon enough. There's only the sound of the wind in the grass and the slowly waking birds and his soft breathing.]