Jaquel was ravaged in sleep by thoughts that were alien to him, and ideas that weren't his. A forgotten life, that he had never lived, played out amidst the dreamscape. He fought and killed and loved and lived a thousand times, his mind mapping out a variety of lives, thrown into chaos as some new tiny detail emerged from the black blur that was his previous life. A scarred thing, a hole in his soul, tormenting, taunting, so close yet so far away. However, one thing was clear, through all of this chaos, the unknown which crashed in on his mind the moment he stepped through that portal. His devotion to Kami. He had always felt it, and he always would. It was a fixed point, a handhold, holding him above the crashing waves of half-forgotten whispers and dreams.
Kami slept soundly, regaining his strength, as the explanation went on, hearing none of it. However, as he did, energy once more began to crackle around him, and both Ashleys knew he would regain consciousness within the hour. Or at least normal Ashley did. The Ashley from Fear was still wondering why there was a lightning man on the bed.
As Aissyle stood watch, slowly, fatigue crept up on him. Partly natural, the mind's reaction to the storm of new sights, thoughts and experience that the day had brought, but an odd part was an almost supernatural compulsion to sleep. A silent whisper, urging him towards the land of dreams. Within moments of his solitary watch, his head was nodding, and his eyes drooping, no sound in the silent night to disturb his descent into slumber. He didn't even have the presence of mind to wonder about the complete silence, which should never occur in a bustling city such as Hope, regardless of the hour. Then, he was hit by blackness.
Kami smiled, as Aisyle awakened in his bed in Fear, in the suite she had given him. The night was young, and there was a scent of cherry blossoms in the air, a memory from the day Aisyle started Fault, a scent that had been ingrained into his mind. Simply from that scent, and the lack of any obvious source, it became clear that he had not, in fact, been transported to Fear in his sleep. This was part of the dream, although it remained to be seen just how dangerous a dream could be. "I see you understand your situation. So quickly, you really were a worthy opponent, Aisyle." Kami smiles, a cup of wine in her left hand as she sits on the corner of the bed. She twists her hand constantly, the wine swirling around, a miniature whirlpool, drawing the eye. "It took me a lot of money to get this connection, even with the link I placed in your mind. In short, listen up. I don't have all the time in the world."