He crosses his arms, growing pensive as he thinks back.
"The first one I felt like I was...imprisoned somewhere. I was being made to help someone do what had been done to me. The second was completely different: I was being raised by three undead creatures as their son."
A self-deprecating laugh as he shrugs. "They both felt real. But they can't be, right? Especially the second one."
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He crosses his arms, growing pensive as he thinks back.
"The first one I felt like I was...imprisoned somewhere. I was being made to help someone do what had been done to me. The second was completely different: I was being raised by three undead creatures as their son."
A self-deprecating laugh as he shrugs. "They both felt real. But they can't be, right? Especially the second one."