"When John and I got stuck together, we found clues suggesting she might have an idea of what had happened to us. Who John was. We hadnt even heard of the King yet."
His hands come together, rubbing white-knuckled along the black veins of his left hand.
"But when I was in a coma, he found me. Dragged my- my dreaming self into this... prison, i-in the Dreamlands, but- not the pits, more of... an asylum." He looks back at Charlie - anxious, yes, but equally resigned, to whatever fate Charlie thinks he deserves for this. "He used your voice. And- and tricked me into giving him Amanda's name." His eyes squeeze shut, and he looks back at his hands. "By the time I woke up, she'd been dead for nearly a week."
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His hands come together, rubbing white-knuckled along the black veins of his left hand.
"But when I was in a coma, he found me. Dragged my- my dreaming self into this... prison, i-in the Dreamlands, but- not the pits, more of... an asylum." He looks back at Charlie - anxious, yes, but equally resigned, to whatever fate Charlie thinks he deserves for this. "He used your voice. And- and tricked me into giving him Amanda's name." His eyes squeeze shut, and he looks back at his hands. "By the time I woke up, she'd been dead for nearly a week."