[ Phantom reads Susato's reply, but doesn't respond just yet. There are a few things he could write. He is no stranger to being haunted in one's dreams, nor is he a stranger to darkness in his youth... but really, he shouldn't be turning the topic onto himself at this juncture. Yet he is at a loss as to what other words he could offer - despite his eloquence when he plays any role, he still finds it difficult to speak truthfully from his own heart.
Perhaps the lady's efforts would speak enough in his place. He considers leaving their conversation at that, but a stubborn impulse prompts him to lift his pen instead of metaphorically disappearing like a shadow into the gloom. ]
No matter how dark the night is, the sun will greet us in the morrow.
If sleep continues to elude you, perhaps you could share any tales you enjoyed reading with me?
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Perhaps the lady's efforts would speak enough in his place. He considers leaving their conversation at that, but a stubborn impulse prompts him to lift his pen instead of metaphorically disappearing like a shadow into the gloom. ]
No matter how dark the night is, the sun will greet us in the morrow.
If sleep continues to elude you, perhaps you could share any tales you enjoyed reading with me?