"I got bored of them," Satoru replies flippantly. Because he gets bored of pretty much everything, eventually. Except for a few certain things, and a few certain people.
What happens next in the dream-- even he can't quite decipher. Because the dream version of him holds a hand up and it's like space itself tears around him, but only for a split second. Everyone, humans and monsters both, are frozen, vacant looks on their faces like they're trying to process something incalculable. And then his dream self starts moving, so fast he's a blur, and the heads of monsters are raining from the sky as they're ripped off by hand.
Seriously. What is his brain trying to work out, here? The calculation of a human life? What should be prioritized?
"Just like I'm bored of this," he continues, though there's a bit too much seriousness in his tone to be read as strictly uncaring. Satoru reaches out, and pokes Suguru in the cheek. "I'm ending this stupid dream, and you can wake up. And you'd better be in the castle when I come to find you."
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What happens next in the dream-- even he can't quite decipher. Because the dream version of him holds a hand up and it's like space itself tears around him, but only for a split second. Everyone, humans and monsters both, are frozen, vacant looks on their faces like they're trying to process something incalculable. And then his dream self starts moving, so fast he's a blur, and the heads of monsters are raining from the sky as they're ripped off by hand.
Seriously. What is his brain trying to work out, here? The calculation of a human life? What should be prioritized?
"Just like I'm bored of this," he continues, though there's a bit too much seriousness in his tone to be read as strictly uncaring. Satoru reaches out, and pokes Suguru in the cheek. "I'm ending this stupid dream, and you can wake up. And you'd better be in the castle when I come to find you."