[Though L's omen is with him, for the moment, still cutting lazily through the pool, he always seems to be himself in dreams.]
I'm Lazarus Sauveterre.
[A lie, but the truth enough in Trench. However far he may feel from the waking world, in this stranger's dream, he must adhere to that set of facts, some real and some wholly affected.]
Should I ask for your name in return, or hers?
[And who should he ask? He glances uncertainly at the wolf-miss. Does she speak like this? Wolves can't, for simple physiological reasons, but in a dream, much that's ordinarily impossible becomes true.]
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[Though L's omen is with him, for the moment, still cutting lazily through the pool, he always seems to be himself in dreams.]
I'm Lazarus Sauveterre.
[A lie, but the truth enough in Trench. However far he may feel from the waking world, in this stranger's dream, he must adhere to that set of facts, some real and some wholly affected.]
Should I ask for your name in return, or hers?
[And who should he ask? He glances uncertainly at the wolf-miss. Does she speak like this? Wolves can't, for simple physiological reasons, but in a dream, much that's ordinarily impossible becomes true.]