( a hum, the only indication he's heard her warning. precious, in their beliefs, he thinks. he would not decry them, that is not his place. not really.

but he could not help but speak on the idea of sacrifice. did burgess not wreak havoc on the waking world in the pursuit of his wishes (wrong endless to ask such things of)? such things are not trite, and exact heavy costs. as wanda knows well herself, even if he is left unaware of the cord he disturbs.

the flowers are stark and brilliant against the hovering chill (a novelty of feeling, breath softly clouding). )

Yes, ( she need not cast her reel far. a century of captivity may have made him cautious, but not enough to hide away, to mislead when the question is so direct. it isn't entirely in his nature to be deceitful. ) Some have offered, others demanded. The nature of wishing to know that something within a universe hears you, although their desires had not always been in my place to grant. ( small lessons reminded of by his older sister. his power may be close to infinite (or was), but there are laws and rules all must obey. )

I've yet to understand within which my Summons falls. ( an ask, or a demand? a long sigh, at that. he had not been in the best of moods because of it, he would admit. still, another thought strikes him curious, dancing on the tip of a tongue — he does not know her, similarly as he does not know all others he had come across here. but they must all dream, must they not? )