[Well, that was upsetting, if maybe not entirely unexpected. They'd tortured him, but they'd hurt her. The worst injuries he'd gotten he'd done to himself by accident.
He wanted to turn to look at her, but couldn't, really, because of the chair and his legs, so he made do with what he could, and tried not to be too resentful of it.]
Yes. It's real. [He allowed himself the briefest of smiles.] I wouldn't be able to feel your mind like this, otherwise.
[In dreams, there was always something a little off about his telepathy, or he couldn't use it at all, or just never thought to. Being able to reach out and sense Morgana was grounding in a way it wouldn't have been if they were in a dream.]
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He wanted to turn to look at her, but couldn't, really, because of the chair and his legs, so he made do with what he could, and tried not to be too resentful of it.]
Yes. It's real. [He allowed himself the briefest of smiles.] I wouldn't be able to feel your mind like this, otherwise.
[In dreams, there was always something a little off about his telepathy, or he couldn't use it at all, or just never thought to. Being able to reach out and sense Morgana was grounding in a way it wouldn't have been if they were in a dream.]
Do you want to sit down, somewhere?