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[ It had not been a good day for Nero. As usual, for right now, he had been lingering in Mor Dhona. When he looked at people, he always felt a slight buzzing in his head - so he had adjusted his visor.

But then one had brushed against him, and Nero had fallen out cold. Those inside the bar had brought him in, and asked for the Scions to keep an eye on him while he woke up. As he twitched in his sleep, it had been worked out... it was an Echo-based dream.

Nero Tol Scaeva had the Echo.

Even though he was a Garlean - was it even possible? It had to be. It was thought - rightfully - that Nero wouldn't react well to that many people when he awoke. No matter what he'd seen, he would be either restless or angry. Probably both. As a precaution, his weapons had been stripped from him and he had been placed to rest softly.

As Nero did awaken from it, however, his lips were trembling. He kept his eyes closed, trying to shrink down. (For he thought he was alone. Please, let him be alone. Don't let him show weakness. Don't let his fear be visible.) ]

Hear... Think... Feel...?

[ The words didn't make sense to him, still. None of it really did. But, of course, he wasn't alone right now. ]

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