[ It's moments like these--where he's standing like a steady pillar, unruffled by her agitation--that leaves her heart aching. If anything could have been her totem, it should have been him. But it's far more easier to assign it to a person, and that's not what the concept of a totem was for.

Still, he was one all the same. He understands this, at least. She's not alone, and hasn't been for months, now. ]

I still don't understand how it's possible. How that... thing can inject something into me to sleep, and connect my mind to so many others. But it's real, and if you die in there...

[ She shakes her head. Frowns at him. ]

The Regency. It's not a lie to say they're brainwashed. It was as if Arthur dipped into your mind and broke away all the memories that meant something to you, leaving darkness behind. It's almost like the Unsullied, but far worse.