[What... is it doing... He? The voice sounded like a "he". Anyway. That's. That's sure one way to scratch an itch. A literal itch. Shiro's staring way more than is probably polite to do, before he wrenches his gaze away to some point on the other side of the room. Boy, that's an interesting flower arrangement there.]

You think? [It's a hypothetical question, really. Not something he expects an answer to, since the Omen just voiced his opinion there.] I don't know, sometimes. We always thought the Waking World was going to be better. Easier, somehow.

[And not as painful.]

I mean, I could talk to him... Wait - how does forty-one equal one hundred and twenty eight?