[She resists, refusing to lose grip on the dragon's tail, as if she's afraid it might run and burrow even deeper if she does.]
[Holding her hand firm as he grips hers — it's both easier and more difficult than she would have expected. On one hand, his strength is immense, as if the fabric of the dream itself is bolstering it. On the other... dreams are born of perception. Even stronger than her hand's grip on the tail is her mind's grip on the idea that she will not let go. It keeps the muscles in her hands clutched, as if paralyzed.]
Because... no matter how much you try to tell me otherwise... I know in my heart that you do deserve it. It has nothing to do with who I want you to be...
But rather, who I've seen you to be.
[The pain is overwhelming, though. It's getting harder and harder to concentrate on that one anchoring thought... and her vision even blurs, just for a moment, as if she was losing her connection to the dream itself.]
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[Holding her hand firm as he grips hers — it's both easier and more difficult than she would have expected. On one hand, his strength is immense, as if the fabric of the dream itself is bolstering it. On the other... dreams are born of perception. Even stronger than her hand's grip on the tail is her mind's grip on the idea that she will not let go. It keeps the muscles in her hands clutched, as if paralyzed.]
Because... no matter how much you try to tell me otherwise... I know in my heart that you do deserve it. It has nothing to do with who I want you to be...
But rather, who I've seen you to be.
[The pain is overwhelming, though. It's getting harder and harder to concentrate on that one anchoring thought... and her vision even blurs, just for a moment, as if she was losing her connection to the dream itself.]
... please, Darin... trust me?