⟪ being sorry won’t change much of anything, and though there’s a hint of surprise in kieren’s tone, a sliver of hesitation, there’s also a clear trace of kindness, just enough to coax dream’s gaze back towards him. he’s trying. he probably shouldn’t but he is, and dream has already vowed to try and listen.

he doesn’t confirm or deny anything. everything worth saying has already been said, and truth be told, it really doesn’t matter anymore.

he can’t bark without bite.

so he does listen, watching intently as kieren speaks, revealing bits of himself, of this place. he can run really well…? dream’s brows furrow, briefly — however… unexpected an admission, physical prowess might also be advisable in dream’s current state. still, there’s something curious about the boy — maybe in all the things left unsaid. dream hears fire and telepathy and chooses another question instead. ⟫

And what have you lost? ⟪ aside from his home, that is, since his overall strength seems to have improved. ⟫