"I already said you could fucking have it," says Johnny through his teeth, feeling something loosen, just enough for him to squirm uncomfortably. No, you stupid fucking idiot, no, do not let this fucker have it, if it doesn't turn on him like it did Seth then he'll abuse it, both outcomes would be terrible, do not do this do not

"Johnny," says Nova, her voice steady, but with a sort of pleading edge.

"Just take it!" he snarls. "Get it out of me and let me go. Come on."

It's just a dream. It's just a fucking dream.

Dreams are nothing, except to you they are everything.

You never really get used to nightmares.