[it was a childish dream, anyway.

depression has its hooks into his heart, but the fatigue and brain fog haven't settled in yet. he stares at the books open in front of him without seeing them.]

I could try to ask. [a pause, before he clarifies,] The Fade spirit who helps me. I could--I could try to ask it. Sometimes it doesn't understand, but--

[maker, this is hard. Tavi swallows, presses his sleeve to his eyes.] I don't know what else I can do.