Well, at least somebody is enjoying themselves despite having a terrible wound in their shoulder. Floating up towards the ceiling alongside him, he returns the grin a little. Then back at the white out in front of them, a vast unknown of ...something. Nothing. He's not sure at all.
"Not nervous of where it might lead? I know I'm hoping it's out of this dream but... sometimes I find my dreams rather untrustworthy."
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"Not nervous of where it might lead? I know I'm hoping it's out of this dream but... sometimes I find my dreams rather untrustworthy."