[He frowns, brow furrowing. There's something about this conversation that nags at him, something that he can't quite seem to reach unless he focuses very deliberately on it. It's something about hospitals — no, doctors, a conversation about doctors — something about the kind of person you would want to find in a hospital.
That's where he is, the rooftop of a hospital. And his mother is dying, but he can save her.
At least, he hopes he can save her.
That's the moment, the one when his dreaming mind finds and latches onto the word hope, that something jars free, and it occurs to him that of the various voices filling this dream, one of them is the voice of reason, and it isn't him.]
I don't remember.
[Naive, to follow through with something and not know the consequences, isn't it? Is there reason to be found in that?]
But if I use it, she can live. If the...moonlight...
[Does what? If the moonlight does what? It's all so hazy, he can't quite recall.]
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That's where he is, the rooftop of a hospital. And his mother is dying, but he can save her.
At least, he hopes he can save her.
That's the moment, the one when his dreaming mind finds and latches onto the word hope, that something jars free, and it occurs to him that of the various voices filling this dream, one of them is the voice of reason, and it isn't him.]
I don't remember.
[Naive, to follow through with something and not know the consequences, isn't it? Is there reason to be found in that?]
But if I use it, she can live. If the...moonlight...
[Does what? If the moonlight does what? It's all so hazy, he can't quite recall.]