"Let people think the way they want to, then, I suppose."
"no i can be angry about that stuff cause i eat dreams-"
he just rolls his eyes drawing his blade and a blood stained cloth and wipes his sword down in an attempt to somewhat clean it
she walked over "i don't think a cloth will fix that sir"
"it doesn't need to be fixed"
"alright better phrasing, i don't think a cloth will clean that by itself
"its the best i have"
She put her hands in her hair, and pulled out a cloth "i have way to much room in there"
he flicked his eye to the cloth then back to his weapon and maintained his dead inside expression
"you know you can trust a dream demon, i don't want much from you other than you to take a nap every once in a while"
"i'm fine" yeah he suffered from a lack of sleep and various wounds but being him he was both too stubborn and didn't care enough to acknowledge them
"you know your sleep deprived and those wounds wont heal without a nap my guy"
"if it doesn't kill me or impede my mission then i can power through them"
"It may not impede your mission but you wont be at full strenght, take care of yourself if your gonna do the same for others"
he looked at his covered damaged arm and then back at his gloved hand his mind a swirl of chaos hidden behind a blank and empty gaze
"you know your mind is kinda hard to look through, but i can feel how stubborn you are"
"its been a mess for years i manage the chaos well its the waker's curse"
"well waker let me see if i can sort it out, may I see your hand?"
he just peels the glove off his good hand most of it was scrapped raw with the marks of chains still around his wrist usually hidden by his gloves curtesy of his time in dracula's dungeon
"bro i meant can I hold it so i don't accidently eat anything-"
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