And his heart cracks, when Sinric says Probus had taken his own life.
He bends his head to press his lips to Sinric's damp brow.
He then begins to comb the fragrant, softening oils through his hair, making it gleam.
"I hear that dreams here sometimes take on...deeper meaning," he says musingly. "That people from one's past-- can come back through them. Like a spirit from beyond, but-- I don't know. More real. I have never experienced it myself. But as you know, anything can happen here. If Constantine came back to ease your mind with this news, then I would believe it."
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He bends his head to press his lips to Sinric's damp brow.
He then begins to comb the fragrant, softening oils through his hair, making it gleam.
"I hear that dreams here sometimes take on...deeper meaning," he says musingly. "That people from one's past-- can come back through them. Like a spirit from beyond, but-- I don't know. More real. I have never experienced it myself. But as you know, anything can happen here. If Constantine came back to ease your mind with this news, then I would believe it."