"Maybe," he said, voice low. "It happens in big cities and small halls. Paths cross and we forget where. I am also feel same like you. But where? I don't know."
Ervin shifted his weight, cloak whispering over the stone. His eyes flicked from Watson to Ren and back, measuring the strain in both.
"You've been dreaming these last few nights," Ervin said, softer now. "Maybe it's because of that, you feel like he met you in the past."
Watson huffed a small breath that was almost a laugh. It broke on the way out. His hand pressed to his stomach as if remembering he'd barely eaten.
"I think too," he murmured, looking away to the window's pale glow. "But it feels like I met him in the past. His tone is sound familiar to me. I don't know but i feel something strange."
The sigils along the wall brightened and dimmed once, like an old lantern catching. Ren's gaze slid to them, then back to Watson. He took a step closer, careful not to crowd him.
