That tone of voice made Dexter's shoulders hunch, but he didn't look up from trying, very carefully, not to hurt Ghastly any more than he already had. The wall, he was also trying not to hurt, just because it was Ghastly's shop and it seemed kinda rude to pull pieces out of it.
"I was on Hopeless-watch," he mumbled, "and he had a nightmare. You know, the kind he had once in a blue moon where he woke up and wasn't sure who he was. He said some things. I was stupid enough to ask about them." He laughed and it was watery, short, and cut off quickly. "I don't know if he'd have told me anything if I'd wait even just until morning. But I didn't. And I guess he kind of wanted someone to tell him he was wrong. Which I had no trouble doing."
It wasn't that he disbelieved Descry. All of them knew that he was, nearly every time, right. It was just that he was always right because the facts supported him. Because in an odd way, even though he was more of a believer than any of the others, he believed because he could hear what was going on in peoples' heads. He believed because of facts.
Dexter had a talent for being in denial in spite of facts. It wasn't something of which he was always proud, but that night, with regard to this, he didn't mind it.
"Or maybe he was afraid asking you would mean you'd lose control again." He snorted. "Or maybe he was afraid asking you would mean you'd go off on your own and try to kill yourself again. Like a fool. Like an idiot. You idiot."
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"I was on Hopeless-watch," he mumbled, "and he had a nightmare. You know, the kind he had once in a blue moon where he woke up and wasn't sure who he was. He said some things. I was stupid enough to ask about them." He laughed and it was watery, short, and cut off quickly. "I don't know if he'd have told me anything if I'd wait even just until morning. But I didn't. And I guess he kind of wanted someone to tell him he was wrong. Which I had no trouble doing."
It wasn't that he disbelieved Descry. All of them knew that he was, nearly every time, right. It was just that he was always right because the facts supported him. Because in an odd way, even though he was more of a believer than any of the others, he believed because he could hear what was going on in peoples' heads. He believed because of facts.
Dexter had a talent for being in denial in spite of facts. It wasn't something of which he was always proud, but that night, with regard to this, he didn't mind it.
"Or maybe he was afraid asking you would mean you'd lose control again." He snorted. "Or maybe he was afraid asking you would mean you'd go off on your own and try to kill yourself again. Like a fool. Like an idiot. You idiot."