On the one hand, she knows exactly what that was. She knows so much about the situation, could never miss that morph, she knows that voice- the voice that still makes adrenaline and an urge to hurt dance through her veins, the voice that sets every hair on end with pure rage just hearing it. But... it was clearly from his perspective. Not hers. Why was she having his dreams?
She takes a few moments to calm down, she doesn't even want to ask at first- but then she hears the ruffling of feathers. He was leaving.]
"Tobias."
[It comes out as a whisper, and it sounds more shaken and urgent than she meant it to.]
[->Action]
On the one hand, she knows exactly what that was. She knows so much about the situation, could never miss that morph, she knows that voice- the voice that still makes adrenaline and an urge to hurt dance through her veins, the voice that sets every hair on end with pure rage just hearing it. But... it was clearly from his perspective. Not hers. Why was she having his dreams?
She takes a few moments to calm down, she doesn't even want to ask at first- but then she hears the ruffling of feathers. He was leaving.]
"Tobias."
[It comes out as a whisper, and it sounds more shaken and urgent than she meant it to.]