"My poor dearheart..." Tarantulas accepts that invitation, crawling inside the blankets with Ryja and pressing close to her heart. "I am...also not the man you knew in the dream. As you may have noticed." He chuckles quietly. "It was...so beautiful though, wasn't it? We were so happy together, us and Amy...and darling Dawn..."
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His voice cracks from an excess of emotion.