"Well, like, some of us get given more than two eyes?" says Lev, genuinely bewildered. "But, I mean like. People ... don't always look the same. Sometimes, one just like, stops looking like they do day to day, and they look like they look in the Silver."
He pauses, rewinds the conversation in his head, and decides that he ought to explain what the Silver is.
"Like, the Silver's the realm of dreams," he says, sounding a little unsure how plain the meaning is. "But also, like, it's what's between us and the realms we enter after we die and move on? I could show thee what I mean by not in this body, but I'm no good doing it on command—"
no subject
"Well, like, some of us get given more than two eyes?" says Lev, genuinely bewildered. "But, I mean like. People ... don't always look the same. Sometimes, one just like, stops looking like they do day to day, and they look like they look in the Silver."
He pauses, rewinds the conversation in his head, and decides that he ought to explain what the Silver is.
"Like, the Silver's the realm of dreams," he says, sounding a little unsure how plain the meaning is. "But also, like, it's what's between us and the realms we enter after we die and move on? I could show thee what I mean by not in this body, but I'm no good doing it on command—"