[Again, Lup stills, listening to the voice. It's calm, really--especially compared to Travis's shrill tones. There's a sense of righteousness about it, which doesn't mean that the speaker is just. It does mean there's history here, and Lup isn't sure how she should intervene. Which way is right. She just doesn't have the evidence.]
[But doing nothing isn't an option. Inaction solves jack shit, and anyway, Travis is obviously terrified. If you die in a dream, can you die in real life? It's a stupid question. Somewhere in the multiverse, it's happened. It's happening now.]
I don't know how.
[It's regretful, although not quite apologetic. She takes half a step back, but it's not to run; no, instead there's a flash of red, fiery light, and instead of Lup there's a wraith, a bright red robe covering a skeletal form. One of those long, bony hands holds a scythe.]
[Her voice echoes a little, next time she speaks.]
no subject
[But doing nothing isn't an option. Inaction solves jack shit, and anyway, Travis is obviously terrified. If you die in a dream, can you die in real life? It's a stupid question. Somewhere in the multiverse, it's happened. It's happening now.]
I don't know how.
[It's regretful, although not quite apologetic. She takes half a step back, but it's not to run; no, instead there's a flash of red, fiery light, and instead of Lup there's a wraith, a bright red robe covering a skeletal form. One of those long, bony hands holds a scythe.]
[Her voice echoes a little, next time she speaks.]
You're gonna have to face her, cowboy.