Greta glances down, wondering if she ought to be nervous about that great black beak poking around so close to Angus's eyes, but he doesn't seem concerned, so she looks back up at Asmodia and shrugs again. She's hardly the expert on these things. "I think... I think sometimes you have weird dreams before the Rift takes you. That happened to me." That odd giant tree, and those cats. That had been before she actually came though.
"Maybe you just haven't come through yet," Angus hazards.
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"Maybe you just haven't come through yet," Angus hazards.