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[placation]

[ Oh, he wasn't expecting to laugh that hard out of nowhere today. ]

If only! Somehow, no one but you has ever thought to arm me with one.

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i thought you'd cook

[Every party needs a healer.]

[placation]

You were on the right track! It got the job done, in the end.

That was the first fight I'd ever been in, you know.

[sadpoem]

i could tell

[placation]

Ouch...

1/2

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2/2

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doctors are supposed to be healers anyway

next time, make food

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There wasn't any time to make food! Sweetheart was vicious...

Can't I fight and heal at the same time?

[sadpoem]

[Has this guy never heard of a turn-based rpg before?]

when it's your turn, use your skills
then you can cook
and heal your friends

when you run out of juice
start swinging

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Hm...

Maybe we should try it again sometime. I learn best through experience.

[sadpoem]

you like dreams

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I do. I haven't had a proper one in a little while.

I'd like if we were all able to share dreams again.

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you didn't hate the ending?

[placation]

At the time, it was scary. But it was also the first time I had seen anything like that.

Not too long after, I had my own dream about getting pulled into a void by some tentacles, and it was actually rather peaceful.

Regardless - for me, the fun that we had far outweighed how distressing the ending was.

[sadpoem]

it's usually both

that's where i come from
sunny's dream

[placation]

And yet you can exist in the waking world as well. That's interesting...

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only if we share

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This might be an odd question, and you're free to not answer, as always...

Do you prefer existing in dreams, or in reality?

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[. . .]

we like dreams better

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That's understandable. Who wouldn't?

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why don't you have dreams anymore?

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I'm not sure. I do dream sometimes, but it's more like... remembering. I relive a few memories here as they happened. It's not the sort of dreaming I'm used to.

Perhaps it's stress. Who knows.

[sadpoem]

what are you stressed about?

[Unseen, Omori turns a page over in his sketchbook like a notepad and grabs a colored pencil. Who's the therapist now?]

[placation]

Oh, life in Somnius in general, surely. There's always something.

It's nothing major, Omori-kun. Nothing to worry about.

[ HIS BEST FRIEND IS DEEEEEEEEEEEAD ]

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i'm not worried
i'm studying you