Iced or green - or this fantastic invention called a latte. But today, he doesn't make such an indulgence. That's not an extravagance he should be allowed. Just a simple plain green tea. It's calming, familiar.
"Yes. Once before, for a bit over a year, in fact." He leans his elbows on the table, resting his chin against folded hands. "A place called 'Trench' - where one washed ashore from a vast sea, ruled by creatures known as Pthumerians." He pauses, to let that settle. And to feed Jeep a bit of pastry.
"They were seen as gods to the local population, who referred to us as 'Sleepers'. People who had awoken from the dream of our own world to the reality of Trench." Hakkai shrugs. "I'm not sure how much of that I believed, though."
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Iced or green - or this fantastic invention called a latte. But today, he doesn't make such an indulgence. That's not an extravagance he should be allowed. Just a simple plain green tea. It's calming, familiar.
"Yes. Once before, for a bit over a year, in fact." He leans his elbows on the table, resting his chin against folded hands. "A place called 'Trench' - where one washed ashore from a vast sea, ruled by creatures known as Pthumerians." He pauses, to let that settle. And to feed Jeep a bit of pastry.
"They were seen as gods to the local population, who referred to us as 'Sleepers'. People who had awoken from the dream of our own world to the reality of Trench." Hakkai shrugs. "I'm not sure how much of that I believed, though."