"Nothing in the Fade is ever truly real." He mops at his face with his blanket, a mix of cold sweat and fever sweat dabbed off. Despair keeps saying how he could have, should have stopped them. In a way, it's almost nice to have a voice saying it that isn't his own.

For a half-moment when he looks up at Vasran, he can just make out a flash of a hooded figure in his periphery before it's gone. "It's based off an event that did actually happen," he says, honestly, though with some reluctance. "That I was present for."