"No idea," Satoru says breezily. "To either of those. Somehow my dreaming brain knows that this is called a railway station, but that's total gibberish to my logical brain. No idea what those are, though."
He points to the monsters -- because that's the only word he can come up with for them -- and as he does, a version of himself splits off, stalking toward the monsters. The dream version of himself starts fighting them, grabbing the volcano-headed one's arm with a grin that Satoru can only truly describe as deranged and ripping it right off, easily avoiding a kick from the plant-themed one.
Satoru glances at the novice, and smiles like the whole situation is just mildly amusing.
"Sorry for pulling you into a dream. I've never done that before-- maybe I'm getting old."
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He points to the monsters -- because that's the only word he can come up with for them -- and as he does, a version of himself splits off, stalking toward the monsters. The dream version of himself starts fighting them, grabbing the volcano-headed one's arm with a grin that Satoru can only truly describe as deranged and ripping it right off, easily avoiding a kick from the plant-themed one.
Satoru glances at the novice, and smiles like the whole situation is just mildly amusing.
"Sorry for pulling you into a dream. I've never done that before-- maybe I'm getting old."