[Though van Zieks topples over with her, he hardly acknowledges her apology; he only gives a vague shake of his head as she tries to stand. Their escape from the deadly chill only seems to draw his attention inward once again, and he simply pushes himself to his knees, his gaze on the wood panels under them.]
... why did he never tell me?
[Later, he will berate himself for not attempting to aid her immediately despite no part of the dream being truly his conscious doing. His paws come to his face, but it seems like he can't decide whether to cover his eyes or grasp his fur.]
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... why did he never tell me?
[Later, he will berate himself for not attempting to aid her immediately despite no part of the dream being truly his conscious doing. His paws come to his face, but it seems like he can't decide whether to cover his eyes or grasp his fur.]
None of them did. Secrets... upon secrets. Why?