[The grab suddenly knocks him back to reality, his head whipping up to meet Rafael’s eyes - shaken, and on pure instinct, he shoves those hands away as if their very touch burned.

It’d be so much easier if Rafael was simply angry at him. No, that stupid, devoted heart of his - it wasn’t going to let go easy. Foolish to think he’d simply accept the truth, even when it was staring him in the face.

‘Aracha’ snaps, getting in his face - a rough finger jabbed into his chest.]

You’re the one dreaming! And you haven’t even noticed!

This life of ou— yours, it’s not real! None of it is! Our lives were stolen from us - those visions, they’re proof of who we were supposed t’be! And now I know…

[His expression grows strained. The words, ‘I know what I am,’ dies of grief on his tongue.]