[Well, dying in a dream tends to wake one up, Ichimatsu recalls, but that seems like an extremely inappropriate thing to suggest with the memory-corpse of the Drifter's friend resting right in front of them. And Christ, believe it or not, he's had his fill of death for a good while, anyway.]
Sometimes a bad dream just has to work itself out.
[His voice is dull, but apologetic. He wishes there was more he could do.] [... well.]
... I'm here, though. Wanna talk about something else until this is all over?
[It's maybe just as inappropriate, but Ichimatsu doesn't see a reason to let the Drifter sit here in the dark, agonizing over someone they can see as soon as everyone wakes up. This memory is just a cruel place keeping them from using their second chance. He's too annoyed by it to acknowledge it as something worth respectful treatment, anymore.]
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Sometimes a bad dream just has to work itself out.
[His voice is dull, but apologetic. He wishes there was more he could do.]
[... well.]
... I'm here, though. Wanna talk about something else until this is all over?
[It's maybe just as inappropriate, but Ichimatsu doesn't see a reason to let the Drifter sit here in the dark, agonizing over someone they can see as soon as everyone wakes up. This memory is just a cruel place keeping them from using their second chance. He's too annoyed by it to acknowledge it as something worth respectful treatment, anymore.]