[She was half expecting him to start moving, and Benedikta even turns just so on her heel, stopping and finally looking at him when he doesn't do the same, and instead looks out to the giant turtle ahead that spans nearly their entire line of vision. She follows his gaze with a deeply furrowed brow and the slightest confused cant of her head.]
I don't think that it is.
[She finally admits it. Now that she has seen it all, and not just the confines of that small room she woke up in or the narrow corridors that span the underbelly of the ship, she is now, more than ever, certain that—]
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I don't think that it is.
[She finally admits it. Now that she has seen it all, and not just the confines of that small room she woke up in or the narrow corridors that span the underbelly of the ship, she is now, more than ever, certain that—]
This is all just a fucking dream.