[Whether Ferran wants to talk about it or not has been rendered moot by the dream, now. After all, what secrets does he even have that are worse than what his memory has admitted to here?
Onyx lets out a low chuckle as the scenery through the open door begins to darken and dissipate: a clear, easy exit from the space.]
Good luck, then. I'm sure he'll be pleased to see you.
[It's hard to tell whether he's being sarcastic or sincere.]
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Onyx lets out a low chuckle as the scenery through the open door begins to darken and dissipate: a clear, easy exit from the space.]
Good luck, then. I'm sure he'll be pleased to see you.
[It's hard to tell whether he's being sarcastic or sincere.]