[ But that's just the problem. Robert closes his eyes a moment, flicks back through his most recent memories, and what he finds is—yes, he had said that. Of course he had. Because why not? Because this is not real. Because the alternative seemed to him to be a descent into darkness with a ghost hot on his tail. If this is not Limbo, then perhaps they'd been wrong, perhaps this is just a liminal space between the vault and the formless void of his subconscious. But the idea that it isn't a dream, that's— ]
—but that's. [ He scoffs, a joyless, nervous sound. ] I don't... No. No.
[ Can projections be self-aware enough to form opinions of their own? Even if they're patently wrong because they have to be? Or is Arthur just Robert's own fear, the nagging invisible sliver of wood in his psyche that's saying what if, what if this is all there is now, what if he's braindead in the back of a van at the bottom of a river and nothing about reality means anything anymore?
Like it or not, Robert's breathing grows shallower and begins to quicken. He's not going crazy, so there's only one alternative. ]
Nope. I remember. But you're not, you're still—it's a dream. It's a dream.
[ The last word punctures the relative quiet in their section of the garden, enough to draw a glance or two. Eventually he'll wake up. It's really that simple. ]
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—but that's. [ He scoffs, a joyless, nervous sound. ] I don't... No. No.
[ Can projections be self-aware enough to form opinions of their own? Even if they're patently wrong because they have to be? Or is Arthur just Robert's own fear, the nagging invisible sliver of wood in his psyche that's saying what if, what if this is all there is now, what if he's braindead in the back of a van at the bottom of a river and nothing about reality means anything anymore?
Like it or not, Robert's breathing grows shallower and begins to quicken. He's not going crazy, so there's only one alternative. ]
Nope. I remember. But you're not, you're still—it's a dream. It's a dream.
[ The last word punctures the relative quiet in their section of the garden, enough to draw a glance or two. Eventually he'll wake up. It's really that simple. ]