[And it doesn't seem to last long. The room seemed to flicker, shadows and dull splatters staining the shop and everyone in it, the dreamscape shifting and twisting into something might have seemed more comforting if it wasn't a mess of endless hallways covered in glass and mirrors. He barely suppresses a snarl as he turns on Arthur.]
Next time I ask what you're going to do? You're going to tell me before I agree to anything.
[Arthur is studying the next scenery as he replies, not looking at Corinthian.] I told you. You wouldn't be here otherwise. You don't remember because we never remember the beginning of a dream.
[Arthur checked his watch.] We still have 10 minutes before the kick. [He noticed the lack of response :/]I'm partial to steps, I guess everybody has a special taste in some things.
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Next time I ask what you're going to do? You're going to tell me before I agree to anything.
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It doesn't work that way. And what for? You wanted this.
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I did. And now I saw it and we can move on.
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We are not doing this only for you but your friend. Why the mirrors?
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Take a look for yourself.
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[Because, you know, he wont' be his fears and worries but yours.]