Instead he freezes in place, catching himself a half-second before turning, eyes wide. He knows that voice. He'd know it anywhere, hears it almost every night in his dreams, was reminded of her almost every day in some way or another back in Deerington. This has to be something like that, doesn't it? He knows, on some level, that this isn't a dream any longer, that it may not be beholden to the same rules and lines of thought that Deerington was, but after a year of seeing some distorted reflection of her around every corner, he can't hope like he used to.
But he can't ignore it, either. After a moment's pause, he calls back, uncertain and afraid. ]
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Instead he freezes in place, catching himself a half-second before turning, eyes wide. He knows that voice. He'd know it anywhere, hears it almost every night in his dreams, was reminded of her almost every day in some way or another back in Deerington. This has to be something like that, doesn't it? He knows, on some level, that this isn't a dream any longer, that it may not be beholden to the same rules and lines of thought that Deerington was, but after a year of seeing some distorted reflection of her around every corner, he can't hope like he used to.
But he can't ignore it, either. After a moment's pause, he calls back, uncertain and afraid. ]
Eurydice?