Your realm is— the realm of dreams? [ To his credit, he doesn't laugh out of not knowing how else to react. He sits for a moment with that, a slight inhale as if he means to say something but... doesn't, his gaze lowering. He doesn't dream. Well, not before here. Back home he didn't dream. He just— relived the last memories he had of being rabid, of the person he killed. Of his sister pointing a gun at him, unable to shoot her own brother.

And what, this guy's the... king of dreams? Well, yikes. That's definitely a new one. ]

I'm sorry. [ He offers it quietly. ] This place just... sucks for everyone.

[ Kieren swallows down the lump in his throat. He shifts, a little awkward. ]

... I didn't have powers before. [ Well, being a zombie does come with... kind of powers. Not that Kieren would ever consider that powers. They're just the reminder of what he no longer is. ] I can... run... really well. I feel kind of... fitter, stronger. I don't tired as easily. That sort of thing.

Some people can... make fire. Others do this kind of— telepathy stuff.