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Sender: Phantom
To: Everyone
Subject: Healing Magic

Good evening. I write to ask if there are any amongst us dreamwalkers who may be able and willing to teach the healing arts.

The ability to mend wounds and cleanse poisons is a valuable skill that can help us prepare for unexpected events. Owing to the varied forms of dreamwalkers, I believe that magic would be more effective, as well as more accessible, whether drawing from magical aptitude or from our own dreamotion energies.

Please let me know if you are interested in teaching. I can offer some compensation for your time. I also encourage fellow prospective students to write in, I shall keep you apprised of any developments.

Thank you for your perusal, and I wish all a pleasant sunset.

Phantom

[ ooc: Sometimes I render Phantom's network posts with 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔫𝔱 to emphasise his handwriting and/or way of speaking. It's opt-in since I understand it can be kind of illegible! Let me know via PM if you want the 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔫𝔱. ]

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[ Idly, Phantom thinks this almost seems like a scene from a romance novel. It seemed too deliberate, but it is what it is. They are in a world of dreams, and people dream up stories. ]

It shows your love for her, [ Phantom offers after a while. He knew he would feel the same if the Doctor was harmed. It was one of the reasons he was employed as their bodyguard. ] Did you tell her of your unease?

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Yes...though not at the time. It was naturally an unsettling experience, but... What really threw me over the edge and has been the main issue was when I—

[He takes in a sharp breath. This isn't easy to admit to anyone but Tifa. Her almost dying had planted a small seed, but he could have lived with that. A bit of a fear would linger, but it wouldn't have accelerated so quickly. No, the real thorn that's dug so deep and continues to wiggle around every now and then is what happened after, and it takes Eustace a bit to continue.

Until at least, in a quiet voice he speaks again.]

...I killed her once, in a dreamscape. It was not by choice, but that only made it worse. I was not in control, cursed by the role I had to play at the time.

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[ Phantom's eyes widen. He's usually a composed person, making any visible display of emotion remarkable. To have to kill someone with one's own hands... it hits quite close to home. He lost count of how many times he would be trapped in his own nightmares, hallucinating the dead bodies of those he had come to see as friends. And he did perhaps kill them in the real world too, not in Dreammare Castle, but back in Calais-Blaison, only for the Wine God to resurrect them again and again... ]

I'm sorry...

[ His words sound feeble in the face of Eustace's great sorrow, but he wants to at least make an attempt to communicate his thoughts in return. ]

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[A small shake of his head.]

I feel I might be sharing more than you wish to hear.

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No, no. I would hear all that you wish to tell me, no matter how dark it may be.

[ Phantom takes care to make his expression more resolute. He dips his head a little ]

I only feel that I am unable to find the words that match the depths of your sorrow... my eloquence flows easily when I act out a role, but I oft find myself at a loss if I must speak from mine true heart. My apologies.