[dream or not, the sight of blood compels Blue to sit forward, to put his free hand on Viktor's back and help stabilize him while he's shifting in preparation for trying to climb out of bed.

to the question, Blue has to pause and consider.]

It's possible I'm wrong, but...this place doesn't feel entirely your own. There's...a tremor, of sorts. Like...an instrument playing out of key in a symphony, in a way.

Perhaps it is the root of your unrest.