Mikhail would smile as Sarah did, and butterflies swirled in his stomach. He would glimpse the faint scars, being right next to her, but won't remark on them.

"Brave?" the boy would then say. "There was someone else that was braver than me; he is dead now, and I visited his grave." Sarah could see that he meant Rob. He would then absorb the rest of what Sarah would say.

"What's going on, if you're willing to hear a summary, is that two worlds that musn't cross together are crossing together. The other world is one where the dreams and emotions of humanity are given form, like Hope and Anger. Hope wants to seperate the two worlds again, while people like Anger...want to fuse them altogether, which is a bad thing."

"As for the Cultists..." resentment made a brief return to Mikhail's voice, "better that they don't remember." His crystal then glowed, causing Sarah to be surprised.

"It's a gift, a gift from the other kids. Speaking of said other kids, we're here." They had arrived, if Sarah had been willing to let Mikhail lead her, at where the other children were.

"You know," Mikhail said to Sarah as he looked into her eyes. "I like you. A lot."

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