[ Connecting to it feels like the tiniest thread drifting in the dark hitting something solid in the beyond. In his ignorance, he can't tell what he's come across only that it's attached to Allen, and lightly tugs on it to test its strength.
The thread holds. ]
Him?
[ A skeptical look crosses his eyes, not realizing he's sent that thought through the bond before seeking clarification. ]
no subject
The thread holds. ]
Him?
[ A skeptical look crosses his eyes, not realizing he's sent that thought through the bond before seeking clarification. ]
It's your bloodstone. Your dream.