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It's odd to Alarian that the other doesn't dream much; he's learned to value his dreams, though he's not certain he could have said the same before... whatever happened. He nods slightly in agreement with Midar's observation. It is, He murmurs, one ear twitching slightly as he considers what it could mean. Do you — believe in um, fate? That sounds stupid, doesn't it? He can't help a faint, nervous laugh. But what other explanation could there be? Probably something something hormones, something something gay — whatever. This feels — important, it feels like it means something, and maybe that's enough to make it true.