[ Henry doesn't think he's in a dream or a nightmare. Even if he was, he doesn't know who the dreamer would be. Maybe Echo? His head shakes. That thought feels like nothing; it feels like he's finally escaped what he was trying to get away from, but it also feels like he lost.
He walks over to one of the windows and looks outside. Resting his hand lightly on the glass, he feels the slight chill and rests his hands on the corners. He thinks he could pull it free; feels the way it yields, and then closes the window, again. ]
Friends, you mean? [ Allies? ] It... it feels easier already.
[ A beat. ] You don't... feel like you're sleeping, do you?
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[ Henry doesn't think he's in a dream or a nightmare. Even if he was, he doesn't know who the dreamer would be. Maybe Echo? His head shakes. That thought feels like nothing; it feels like he's finally escaped what he was trying to get away from, but it also feels like he lost.
He walks over to one of the windows and looks outside. Resting his hand lightly on the glass, he feels the slight chill and rests his hands on the corners. He thinks he could pull it free; feels the way it yields, and then closes the window, again. ]
Friends, you mean? [ Allies? ] It... it feels easier already.
[ A beat. ] You don't... feel like you're sleeping, do you?