The silence, and that impatient foot tap, certainly made him look up from whatever was becoming of his hands. The moment his gaze settled on Neo, his expression shifted minutely: his eyes narrowed and his posture drew straighter, assessing.
He remembered. Everything had been so very distant, from the place he'd shut himself away inside Oscar's head, but adrenaline had a way of dragging him further forward than he would like. He'd been aware of the fight, to a degree.
He'd been aware of losing the Relic. He regretted that he'd not managed to rouse himself sooner, to prevent it.
"Ah."
She did not seem to have it now, or at least, he could not see it. And disconcerting though it was, he was aware that, for their purposes here, the matter irrelevant. This was a dream. Of course, coming to terms with what that meant— that the war had been halted for those trapped here, however briefly— was something altogether new.
"Miss Neopolitan, I believe."
His tone was mild, but his attention on her was sharp.
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He remembered. Everything had been so very distant, from the place he'd shut himself away inside Oscar's head, but adrenaline had a way of dragging him further forward than he would like. He'd been aware of the fight, to a degree.
He'd been aware of losing the Relic. He regretted that he'd not managed to rouse himself sooner, to prevent it.
"Ah."
She did not seem to have it now, or at least, he could not see it. And disconcerting though it was, he was aware that, for their purposes here, the matter irrelevant. This was a dream. Of course, coming to terms with what that meant— that the war had been halted for those trapped here, however briefly— was something altogether new.
"Miss Neopolitan, I believe."
His tone was mild, but his attention on her was sharp.
"I don't imagine you know the way out from here?"