[Something definitely isn't right with this dream. Diana doesn't particularly want to follow him--but she does anyway. What she truly wants is to somehow wake him, or at least ask him if he knows how she got here. But there's no time; the room is shifting, changing. Stark white all around, a sterile smell. Her nostrils flare and she takes it all in, realizing sharply that it's a prison cell.
And Erik is the prisoner.
The Amazon sinks to one knee beside him, reaching out to gently place her hand on his shoulder. She needs to speak to him before the dream changes again, before he loses himself to it.]
Erik, listen to me. This is a dream. Please, you must wake.
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And Erik is the prisoner.
The Amazon sinks to one knee beside him, reaching out to gently place her hand on his shoulder. She needs to speak to him before the dream changes again, before he loses himself to it.]
Erik, listen to me. This is a dream. Please, you must wake.