[It's rather painful to see Lucas like this, and he's trying to come up with something to say and to catch his breath when suddenly the landscape changes.
And the thing is, the Netherlands is no stranger to hallucinations, no stranger to smoke-tinged dreams of what isn't and what could be. He knows what this can't possibly be real, and he simply continues to hold onto Lucas's arms- but the grip isn't restraining any more. It's gentler. Comforting.
As much as he tries to block out the words of the phantom, he hears them anyway and feels compelled to strike the cruel thing, but he knows it can't be real. All he does is listen.]
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And the thing is, the Netherlands is no stranger to hallucinations, no stranger to smoke-tinged dreams of what isn't and what could be. He knows what this can't possibly be real, and he simply continues to hold onto Lucas's arms- but the grip isn't restraining any more. It's gentler. Comforting.
As much as he tries to block out the words of the phantom, he hears them anyway and feels compelled to strike the cruel thing, but he knows it can't be real. All he does is listen.]