It had not occurred to Rashad that this was anything other than reality, and now he casts out with his senses. He doesn't get anything back that would tell him, though; it feels real and the only emotions he can sense are Johnny's background buzz and something gentle and worried emanating from around them as a counterpart to the disembodied anger of the last room.
He joins Johnny at the door, but his attention is on the human rather than on the doorknob. "This doesn't feel like a dream," he says. What he means is I don't dream, and therefore it can't be, but that is not information he cares to share.
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It had not occurred to Rashad that this was anything other than reality, and now he casts out with his senses. He doesn't get anything back that would tell him, though; it feels real and the only emotions he can sense are Johnny's background buzz and something gentle and worried emanating from around them as a counterpart to the disembodied anger of the last room.
He joins Johnny at the door, but his attention is on the human rather than on the doorknob. "This doesn't feel like a dream," he says. What he means is I don't dream, and therefore it can't be, but that is not information he cares to share.