[Withdrawing his hands from both of their's, he scrubs at his face only to realize his hands come away sticky and wet with blood that still clings to him. He wants to argue that he deserves to know, that they seem to be holding back, but...
But maybe they are right.
Maybe he should take a bath and sit with his memory. It was too real, too present. He knows that was him, but he doesn't have anyone that he knows in the dream in real life like these two do. Spock, Scotty, Chekov.. he's got none of them here. Maybe he's just crazy.
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But maybe they are right.
Maybe he should take a bath and sit with his memory. It was too real, too present. He knows that was him, but he doesn't have anyone that he knows in the dream in real life like these two do. Spock, Scotty, Chekov.. he's got none of them here. Maybe he's just crazy.
Maybe it was just the curse.]
I think I want to be alone now.