[ Kate knows her brain wouldn't come up with this kind of stuff. The few dreams she does remember are little more than real events with minor twists to reality. Creatures which defy gravity, growing fifty times as large and powerful as they are in reality, that kind of thing. ]
...That's a good question.
[ If this was reality, it would be a much simpler answer: get the hell out and find some sunlight. But it isn't, and waking up means that flickering light will be back, she'll be trapped in a few square feet of space with her powers suffocated.
Here, whatever kind of dream it may be, it feels like her powers are alight and alive inside her. ]
You got a name?
[ Does she need to know the name of a figment of her dream? Who knows. But it's better than talking about whether she wants to be here. ]
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...That's a good question.
[ If this was reality, it would be a much simpler answer: get the hell out and find some sunlight. But it isn't, and waking up means that flickering light will be back, she'll be trapped in a few square feet of space with her powers suffocated.
Here, whatever kind of dream it may be, it feels like her powers are alight and alive inside her. ]
You got a name?
[ Does she need to know the name of a figment of her dream? Who knows. But it's better than talking about whether she wants to be here. ]