[ The scene changes the closer the way. They're no longer on a farm, but on a road, leading up to a small cottage. ]
It's just a dream. It's not even my choice--it's not like I talk about it around the Castle.
[ There's a pang to it, at how unfair it is that Xenk would take even this from him, when he doesn't even talk about it. When he keeps his human things to himself.
But as the scene solidifies around them, Edgin stops moving. His clothes have changed, and he looks younger--ten or so years younger, really. He looks down at his hands, turns them to look at what he's wearing. He's never seen this place before. But it feels right.
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It's just a dream. It's not even my choice--it's not like I talk about it around the Castle.
[ There's a pang to it, at how unfair it is that Xenk would take even this from him, when he doesn't even talk about it. When he keeps his human things to himself.
But as the scene solidifies around them, Edgin stops moving. His clothes have changed, and he looks younger--ten or so years younger, really. He looks down at his hands, turns them to look at what he's wearing. He's never seen this place before. But it feels right.
It feels like home. ]
Wait.