I bet you do, [Jaime says, voice a little sympathetic. Out of all of those people, Jaime wonders if Killua was the first to separate himself from the family business. Quite frankly, he wouldn't doubt it - it's hard to question what you've always seen as normal.
Still, the image of Killua's older brother is nagging at him again. He remembers waking up in a cold sweat, remembers the Scarab's prying questions into the one realm it would never have the ability to enter with him, and...
Ah. There were needles, he remembers, and death. Jaime rolls the salt shaker between the palms of his hands as he frowns, trying to put together more than bits and pieces of it. He had been the one dying, he thinks, which had been altogether odd for his dreams. In his nightmares, he's the one that does all the killing.]
I think I remember one of them, [he says, voice a little careful, aware that he's treading on careful ground.] Not here - from the night when everyone's dreams got all smushed together.
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Date: 2014-11-12 03:02 am (UTC)Still, the image of Killua's older brother is nagging at him again. He remembers waking up in a cold sweat, remembers the Scarab's prying questions into the one realm it would never have the ability to enter with him, and...
Ah. There were needles, he remembers, and death. Jaime rolls the salt shaker between the palms of his hands as he frowns, trying to put together more than bits and pieces of it. He had been the one dying, he thinks, which had been altogether odd for his dreams. In his nightmares, he's the one that does all the killing.]
I think I remember one of them, [he says, voice a little careful, aware that he's treading on careful ground.] Not here - from the night when everyone's dreams got all smushed together.