[ he walks alongside her; the long meadow grasses swallow his legs nearly halfway up his calves. his smile is soft when she says that not everyone wants to become a god.

he draws in a deep breath when she asks how he's doing, holds it, and then exhales noisily through his nose. ]

I don't know. I've been trying not to think about it, if I'm honest.

[ he admits sheepishly. ]

... I feel like we probably had the same dream, but at the same time we didn't. Unless you also had blood that pooled all the way up to your ankles?