"I'm fine, I promise." Reid petted the heads of his worried Forged-Beasts, offering them reassurance.
Rusty let out a doubtful squeak, clearly unconvinced.
[What exactly happened in that dream, Reid?] Evo asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
She had no way of knowing the details unless he chose to share them himself.
Reid hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled. He wasn't sure how to explain what had just happened—not when he barely understood it himself.
"Remember when Malrath attacked?" he started "when I had to fight waves of primals?"
[Of course,] Evo responded [you almost died that day and that's when you started acting different after waking up from unconsciousness].
"That's a sort of different personality of mine" Reid continued
"I call him Red-Eyed Me… and the dream—no, the memory—I just had was the moment he was born," Reid said, his voice quieter than before.
Evo remained silent, listening intently.
