Was it arrogance? A belief in one's immortality? That he was some kind of Main Character in this world? Lukas didn't know what to say, maybe a part of himself believed that.
It wasn't feasible in his eyes to be suddenly thrown into the life of someone else and with capabilities beyond those of the ordinary–so he had to believe. He was not blind or intrinsically humble.
"Lukas…" Chaerin looked at him, with her brows furrowed together in worry.
He reached out and clasped her cheek, offering her with a smile. Because she had gotten with someone who was as crazy as him. Someone who had a gut feeling and refused to back down when he thought that he was right.
"Is it possible for the water to sleep as well?" Lukas chuckled.
It gained the odd looks of his three companions, but he had asked it to the Dream Eater within the stone and the Progenitor within the dagger–for they were most likely to have answers.
"Do not die so easily to a common water nymph." Drusilla spoke tersely.
