Incredibly, he breaks himself off. Whatever personal subconscious horrors his own mind has trapped him in before, he has complete confidence that an interdimensional wavelength can come up with something worse. Especially if it happens to be sentient, which is entirely possible.
"Is it possible we could run into other dreamers? Fuck, how would we know? It could just be our heads -" And again, Rush doesn't complete his sentence, abruptly falls silent halfway into it. Too many dark interspersions of thought gathering there, too many things a dream could harvest from his subconscious, too many ways for a Rift to unmake the tenuous grasp of calm he's managed to establish.
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Incredibly, he breaks himself off. Whatever personal subconscious horrors his own mind has trapped him in before, he has complete confidence that an interdimensional wavelength can come up with something worse. Especially if it happens to be sentient, which is entirely possible.
"Is it possible we could run into other dreamers? Fuck, how would we know? It could just be our heads -" And again, Rush doesn't complete his sentence, abruptly falls silent halfway into it. Too many dark interspersions of thought gathering there, too many things a dream could harvest from his subconscious, too many ways for a Rift to unmake the tenuous grasp of calm he's managed to establish.