[Jack's voice came to him thickly, his energy mostly spent in not being ill everywhere, through the first skirmish and just settling into the awareness of how exhausted their opponents had looked, how harried and muddied.]
Is a dream what we're calling it?
[Because it had felt all too real, every strange and bewildering bit of it, even if he hadn't understood a thing.]
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[Jack's voice came to him thickly, his energy mostly spent in not being ill everywhere, through the first skirmish and just settling into the awareness of how exhausted their opponents had looked, how harried and muddied.]
Is a dream what we're calling it?
[Because it had felt all too real, every strange and bewildering bit of it, even if he hadn't understood a thing.]