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For a moment, Kaathe closed his eyes and breathed deeply. This action was something that Kaathe used to get his bearings. It allowed him a greater sense of awareness, a calmer mind, and -in this case- a way of fighting back a blush that was beginning to creep its way to his face when Cythlla took hold of his hand. She thanked him for some reason or another. Kaathe was unsure why. He hadn't been able to utter out anything other than her name when he first entered her dream, and when the extremist knight arrived, the dark elf did not have a chance to speak.

He had to say something. He didn't know what, but he had to say something. The dark elf thought and thought, but he couldn't think of what to say to her. It didn't help that he could feel Henry cast a glancing flare at him that warned him not to have any bright ideas. He continued to think, trying to figure out how to address a subject, until he came to a decision.

"[color=0054a6]...That man is somewhat right.[/color]" said Kaathe. "[color=0054a6]Yours is a dream, and there will always be people that cast a hateful glare towards you, but like all...like many things, they don't matter. Depending on what you do, both will just die or fade away, or things can change.[/color]"

Kaathe opened his eyes and looked at Cythlla with calmness back on his face again.

"[color=0054a6]What will you do?[/color]"