[The voices laugh, cackling like the breaking of glass, the sense of the very sound scraping and tearing at the nonexistent walls. The other dreamer puts its hands over the space where its own ears must be, cringing and drawing inward.]
Oh, you all are so fun. Thinking of yourself as so special, so deserving. Silly little creature.
[For a split second the jumping, staticlike energy gives the impression of a single enormous eye peering at Octavian—but the afterimage lasts far longer than anything he might have actually seen.]
If only this prison were not so small... I would love to watch you defy the natural order, just for your single, tiny life.
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Oh, you all are so fun. Thinking of yourself as so special, so deserving. Silly little creature.
[For a split second the jumping, staticlike energy gives the impression of a single enormous eye peering at Octavian—but the afterimage lasts far longer than anything he might have actually seen.]
If only this prison were not so small... I would love to watch you defy the natural order, just for your single, tiny life.