Satoru rolls his eyes fondly. Yes, he does in fact like, though he's very much the kind of guy who normally wouldn't notice if someone shaved all their hair off.
The dream becomes even more active, then, some kind of contraption pulling in and misshapen monsters spilling out of it. Satoru grimaces. What the hell is his brain going through in slumber? The dream version of himself looks-- cold. Maybe a tiny bit conflicted.
"Well, you know what they say. Dreams are our brain's way of working out our experiences during the day. So the monsters are probably a metaphor for the people that annoy me," he replies glibly, just in time for the roof to cave in and dozens of people to fall through. It's... kind of a horrifying scene, if he's being honest. "And these superpowers I have in the dream are just my ego telling me how amazing I am."
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The dream becomes even more active, then, some kind of contraption pulling in and misshapen monsters spilling out of it. Satoru grimaces. What the hell is his brain going through in slumber? The dream version of himself looks-- cold. Maybe a tiny bit conflicted.
"Well, you know what they say. Dreams are our brain's way of working out our experiences during the day. So the monsters are probably a metaphor for the people that annoy me," he replies glibly, just in time for the roof to cave in and dozens of people to fall through. It's... kind of a horrifying scene, if he's being honest. "And these superpowers I have in the dream are just my ego telling me how amazing I am."