[He nods, because that much is clear; here is where Paul is, in the volatile safety of this strange dream that L is lost in, here in Cassandra, if that is indeed where he still is.
Actually, he isn't quite sure. The dream is vivid and clear, but other things can do that, too. Sorrow, exhaustion, mental distraction or stress.]
Are you back?
[How long has it--]
I'm glad, truly.
[How long? How-
If he says he's in Cassandra, he might be disturbed. It's possible that he already has been, if Paul has indeed returned. In short, L doesn't know where he is, not for certain, outside of his wandering mind.]
He told me that you call him "The Captain." I know that much at least. You trust him that much?
[A nice handy distraction, he thinks, while he wonders how to deal with this very literal dissociation that has not gone quite the way he intended. He thinks of bread crumbs, balls of strings; can he wake up?]
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Actually, he isn't quite sure. The dream is vivid and clear, but other things can do that, too. Sorrow, exhaustion, mental distraction or stress.]
Are you back?
[How long has it--]
I'm glad, truly.
[How long? How-
If he says he's in Cassandra, he might be disturbed. It's possible that he already has been, if Paul has indeed returned. In short, L doesn't know where he is, not for certain, outside of his wandering mind.]
He told me that you call him "The Captain." I know that much at least. You trust him that much?
[A nice handy distraction, he thinks, while he wonders how to deal with this very literal dissociation that has not gone quite the way he intended. He thinks of bread crumbs, balls of strings; can he wake up?]