[There's only one thing that look reminds her of. It's similar to that of a wounded animal caught in a snare, or the last look given before the final blow is delivered. Lost, desperate. Helpless.
From this source, it scares her. He's looking to her for something she can't give. Answers; she's never had those. Certainty; she's barely sure what reality even is now, constantly drifting back and forth between the world of her dreams and the world of consciousness, not entirely sure where to find the line that separates them.
The eye contact is so painful it's almost burning. She drops her gaze. But she owes it to him to try, for so many reasons.]
Just a nightmare. [She takes a steadying breath.] Not real.
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From this source, it scares her. He's looking to her for something she can't give. Answers; she's never had those. Certainty; she's barely sure what reality even is now, constantly drifting back and forth between the world of her dreams and the world of consciousness, not entirely sure where to find the line that separates them.
The eye contact is so painful it's almost burning. She drops her gaze. But she owes it to him to try, for so many reasons.]
Just a nightmare. [She takes a steadying breath.] Not real.