[ would he? if the tools were to be placed in his hands; rulers, compasses, several different types of pens and pencils, the drafting board his mother had left for him. if he were given the chance to sit on his chair, before a blank canvas, would he build his own dream? a fantasy dream, where he is healthy, where he is happy. a dream where his family is together, alive and well, where his mother smiles and his father pets him on the head. a dream where eleazar does not haunt him, or anyone else.

a dream that even alhaitham would be part of.

all of that is, ultimately, a dream. his reality is nothing like that. ]

Are you not the one who ever saw fit to ground me back to reality, so I don't go off chasing my ever so unrealistic ideals? If this dream is reality, then why must we suffer so, even here? [ there is a squeeze of a hand that does not let go. ] Wouldn't it be too cruel to be haunted even by dreams?