Hennessy had been a vibrant and fluid creation her first time here, her domain a strange ever-shifting riot of improbable architecture and poisonous flowers creeping in all the cracks. She wasn't as inclined as Ronan to give up being person-shaped, since it felt like something hard-won, to keep existing as the person rather than the dream.
She hasn't yet learned to be both. That trust was never instilled into her. She'd muddled along for years imagining she might be the only one outside her mother who was similarly afflicted. It's still a betrayal, in some ways, to find that there are those who wield it as the gift it ought to have been.
Still, she bristles at the question and the assumption that something must have happened to her that doesn't happen to everyone eventually. The world sinks its claws in one way or another, and you cope as best you can.
"I'm sure Ronan's told you by now. Dreamers like us are getting picked off one by one because they think we're an apocalypse waiting to happen."
It's a bit of a deflection; she was like this before they sent assassins after her, but he doesn't get to know her secrets without trading some in return.
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She hasn't yet learned to be both. That trust was never instilled into her. She'd muddled along for years imagining she might be the only one outside her mother who was similarly afflicted. It's still a betrayal, in some ways, to find that there are those who wield it as the gift it ought to have been.
Still, she bristles at the question and the assumption that something must have happened to her that doesn't happen to everyone eventually. The world sinks its claws in one way or another, and you cope as best you can.
"I'm sure Ronan's told you by now. Dreamers like us are getting picked off one by one because they think we're an apocalypse waiting to happen."
It's a bit of a deflection; she was like this before they sent assassins after her, but he doesn't get to know her secrets without trading some in return.