[He reverberates in his soul words but not words. Content as a cat in the midday sun. And he does feel safe and Five can feel that.]

Perhaps this is how I will join you when you are studying late at the Academia. To know we are never apart.

[With him physically gone and tucked away the dream does shudder a bit. That glass like sound a little more clearer (though it appears emet can’t hear it) and the tug more insistent on taking control of the dream from him.]