[Angela raises her chin, less in defiance of what he's saying and more to show that she's listening. Her brow furrows at his explanation, but it...kind of makes sense? She was quite awake before she found herself dreaming, and the transition had involved a lot of color and motion...maybe she has been drugged.]
[Or maybe she's been pulled through an unstable fissure in reality. Who's to say.]
Let's say you are correct. These...Fissures. What exactly are they? And what causes them, do you know?
[Perhaps if she has a better understanding of what they are, she'll have an easier time believing it. Besides, the implications of such a phenomenon distract her from the tight knot in her chest and the continuous urge to cry. She's having a Time.]
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[Or maybe she's been pulled through an unstable fissure in reality. Who's to say.]
Let's say you are correct. These...Fissures. What exactly are they? And what causes them, do you know?
[Perhaps if she has a better understanding of what they are, she'll have an easier time believing it. Besides, the implications of such a phenomenon distract her from the tight knot in her chest and the continuous urge to cry. She's having a Time.]