[ A few moments pass. The hallucination, memory, whatever it is--it fades. Fenris breathes hard, clutching at his chest; perspiration drips down the back of his neck, his hair and the stiff fabric of his shirt are sticky with it, clinging to his skin. He stares up at Giovanni like he's not even sure the other man is there. ]
I--I do not know. The word came to me unbidden. Like a memory from a dream.
[ Probably he sounds like a madman. But if there's anyone he can admit this kind of thing to, he supposes it's probably Giovanni. ]
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I--I do not know. The word came to me unbidden. Like a memory from a dream.
[ Probably he sounds like a madman. But if there's anyone he can admit this kind of thing to, he supposes it's probably Giovanni. ]