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Ophelia did her best not to narrow the eyes at the explanation, though she could sense plain in the vicar's speech the bent he was giving his interpretation of facts to suit his own narrative. Ophelia knew she had to be careful in how she responded--and she figured it was best to mostly try and go along with the analogy.

"Mm... the Dream ensnares us for a specific purpose--my concern is the line in this metaphor, dear. Whatever force the Dream ensnares us by, it is of the pond--and I don't think the line and hook you've concocted are. Whatever force is in control of the Dream might not have the ability to manage these extra fishing poles, and the function of the pond might suffer as a result. The realms of Nightmare... you know how dangerous they can be when tampered with, don't you, love? I understand your aim, and the lure of immortal Hunters--don't think me against the idea of your experiments! I simply wish to add my knowledge to its refinement, to a careful and thorough understanding of the forces we tamper with... to avoid another Night of the Blood Moon. We all lost so much with the School of Mensis' overreaching... Yharnam can't endure that kind of loss again, and we must protect it and its people, no? Is that not what we are sworn to, as the stewards of the arcane knowledge of yore?" Ophelia asked in return, her tone thoughtful and melodic but with some undercurrent of serious worry. In many ways, what she was saying was absolutely true--she did not, in principle, have a problem with being able to connect others to the Hunter's Dream. If what Harold had done was hurting her Mother Moon, or her friends, or her birthright... well, that was another story--and it was that story they needed to get to.