[ Henry stares at him with a growing horror. But it isn't horror of hearing something he hasn't experienced rather that he's hearing what he already has.
It's the first time real emotion starts to bleed its way across his face. Like a cut and gushing wound, his expression warps and distorts him. ]
That -- [ He looks down before staring at the door. ] -- is this another world? Who's dreaming this one?
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It's the first time real emotion starts to bleed its way across his face. Like a cut and gushing wound, his expression warps and distorts him. ]
That -- [ He looks down before staring at the door. ] -- is this another world? Who's dreaming this one?