I suppose that is true. Mortals have good reason to make the most of their time. I’m pleased that so much of yours is in pursuit of happiness. Although to be honest, there are many immortals I know who still revel in pleasure. I can think of only a few who shy away from activities outside their duties.
[Perhaps he was the odd person out, in that respect. The few times he had attempted to have a personal life outside of duties, things had spectacularly upended to where he was hesitant in trying again. Nada, then Calliope. Meeting with Hob under the pretense of learning more about humanity so to better serve them felt safer. It was true even, he did want to learn more. Yet admittedly, he was also enjoying Hob's company on top of it.]
[The next question was one he'd gotten before, though one he didn't always answer. In a soft voice he spoke.]
No. I do not dream. I do not sleep, as you do. When I grow weary, I merely rest. No actual slumber. [He'd sometimes wondered what it might be like to dream, but honestly, he was so used to being in control that the prospect of not knowing what might come when he closed his eyes was a little disconcerting.] I have experienced your dreams, though. The dreams of so many. I suppose I should not take it for granted.
[Morpheus looked down at his plate, still half-filled.] You were not joking about this being large. We might need to roll out of here.
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Date: 2022-08-31 05:04 pm (UTC)[Perhaps he was the odd person out, in that respect. The few times he had attempted to have a personal life outside of duties, things had spectacularly upended to where he was hesitant in trying again. Nada, then Calliope. Meeting with Hob under the pretense of learning more about humanity so to better serve them felt safer. It was true even, he did want to learn more. Yet admittedly, he was also enjoying Hob's company on top of it.]
[The next question was one he'd gotten before, though one he didn't always answer. In a soft voice he spoke.]
No. I do not dream. I do not sleep, as you do. When I grow weary, I merely rest. No actual slumber. [He'd sometimes wondered what it might be like to dream, but honestly, he was so used to being in control that the prospect of not knowing what might come when he closed his eyes was a little disconcerting.] I have experienced your dreams, though. The dreams of so many. I suppose I should not take it for granted.
[Morpheus looked down at his plate, still half-filled.] You were not joking about this being large. We might need to roll out of here.