[That's right. I knew that and intended that. In fact, this is all part of the dream. For the sake of the dream, Geir has been handed a KIDDIE CAMPER HANDYSASH. And what's that there? Is that a badge not unlike the GIFT OF GAB? That's right! It's the RIGHT TO READ. There. You can now read shades in a dream thanks to me, your thoughtful and considerate narrator. You're welcome.
Natural ability to rock this look aside, Geir's wings only block out the landscape, not the glitching. It's everywhere. It's even in the space inside his protection, although Geir himself hasn't been affected.]
[Dirk shifts; the tiny human isn't broken yet.] I'm fine. This plan can just add itself to the pile of my failed machinations. That's should it manage to defy all expectations and in an ironic twist have the constitution and fortitude to scale the tallest figurative object ever known to mankind. The failure pile doesn't stop from getting taller.
[He's losing his grip. Even with all his familiarity and expertise in dreams and dreaming, this moment was too much. He knows what is up ahead. He knows where they are and what is happening. He knows that whatever John might do to fix it, it won't save Jake or Roxy or Jane or Dave, it won't save Jade, it won't save anyone. He failed, and they're all going to be wiped out. A better timeline will be enjoyed by other splinters.]
Since that plan sucked, we need to come up with another one.
[It's the kind of push that comes from necessity, not hope.]
[Despite his protests about his state, the human is not fine. You will in your draconian wisdom, and also despite your new fetching eyewear, notice something about the human if you look at him for long: like everything else here, he is breaking down into distorted pixels.]
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Natural ability to rock this look aside, Geir's wings only block out the landscape, not the glitching. It's everywhere. It's even in the space inside his protection, although Geir himself hasn't been affected.]
[Dirk shifts; the tiny human isn't broken yet.] I'm fine. This plan can just add itself to the pile of my failed machinations. That's should it manage to defy all expectations and in an ironic twist have the constitution and fortitude to scale the tallest figurative object ever known to mankind. The failure pile doesn't stop from getting taller.
[He's losing his grip. Even with all his familiarity and expertise in dreams and dreaming, this moment was too much. He knows what is up ahead. He knows where they are and what is happening. He knows that whatever John might do to fix it, it won't save Jake or Roxy or Jane or Dave, it won't save Jade, it won't save anyone. He failed, and they're all going to be wiped out. A better timeline will be enjoyed by other splinters.]
Since that plan sucked, we need to come up with another one.
[It's the kind of push that comes from necessity, not hope.]
[Despite his protests about his state, the human is not fine. You will in your draconian wisdom, and also despite your new fetching eyewear, notice something about the human if you look at him for long: like everything else here, he is breaking down into distorted pixels.]