He made a sound in the back of his throat, somewhere between sigh and grunt, but it wasn't dismissive of Sam's theory. It could be possible, he thought, and it was true they didn't know near enough about these Shards or what the red lyrium could do besides drive a man insane.

"It's possible," he stripped the bandage from his hand, looking down at his shard, running his thumb over the space where skin met green crystal. "I mean - the things I dreamed, they felt real. They feel real. They aren't fading like a dream does, and if I think of certain ones I remember smells or tastes or sounds. You don't get that in a normal dream."