[Deja vu indeed. A familiar scenario, backdrop, a sliver of familiarity. These aren't his own memories he's witnessing; A small version of Diva he'd never met; there are gaps -- twinges of guilt, familiar conversations. A beheading, Amshel, Saya. Again, these experiences aren't his own, but he isn't left so indifferent at the conclusion of these visions.
This likely won't be the last time this planet manipulates him like so. While he's hardly the victim here, he's not so in inclined to having the past force-fed to him. A cowering Diva finds his sights eventually.
He's half tempted to leave her to her scalping. Instead, she should feel some weight against the base of her head. An open hand offering some vague form of reassurance.]
Your dreams are manifesting for everyone to see.
[Implying it's her fault at all, and that she has any control over this. Maybe she does? In any case, he's finally allowing his presence to be known, she can take solace in that...
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This likely won't be the last time this planet manipulates him like so. While he's hardly the victim here, he's not so in inclined to having the past force-fed to him. A cowering Diva finds his sights eventually.
He's half tempted to leave her to her scalping. Instead, she should feel some weight against the base of her head. An open hand offering some vague form of reassurance.]
Your dreams are manifesting for everyone to see.
[Implying it's her fault at all, and that she has any control over this. Maybe she does? In any case, he's finally allowing his presence to be known, she can take solace in that...
Or kick his ass for invading her privacy.]