I know. I know you would have. [The words were said softly, a look of fondness mingled with a touch of sadness evident on Morpheus’s face. Of course Hob would have come to his aid if he’d known, even with their fight the last memory between the men. Even with his own safety at risk.] I don’t regret though that you were unaware. Oh, not for my pride… well, not entirely. Nor because I doubt your mettle in being helpful. It was simply not a burden I wished to fall on your shoulders. I know you carry centuries enough of those.
… I remembered. When our time to meet came to pass. I could tell the passing of time. It inched, but I knew when we were to meet. For what that is worth. [He had never forgotten Hob, nor their arrangement.]
It’s difficult to explain fully. The difference. I’m still trying to sort it out myself.
[Morpheus let out a slow breath, unused to the focus on himself. It was fair though, fair questions. Hob wanted to know his motivations and why wouldn’t he?]
When I returned, I had lost a good deal. It took time to rebuild the Dreaming and myself. Afterwards I felt… incomplete? I have never felt that before. As though something was missing that I had never noticed. It was suggested to me by my sister - by Death - that perhaps reconnecting with the people I served might rekindle my purpose. That I might need those who dream as much as they need me. And I… want to be there for them the best I can. I take what I do very seriously, Hob. I would rather be humbled than… insufficient. They deserve better. I already left them in a lurch for century and change.
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Date: 2022-09-03 05:54 pm (UTC)… I remembered. When our time to meet came to pass. I could tell the passing of time. It inched, but I knew when we were to meet. For what that is worth. [He had never forgotten Hob, nor their arrangement.]
It’s difficult to explain fully. The difference. I’m still trying to sort it out myself.
[Morpheus let out a slow breath, unused to the focus on himself. It was fair though, fair questions. Hob wanted to know his motivations and why wouldn’t he?]
When I returned, I had lost a good deal. It took time to rebuild the Dreaming and myself. Afterwards I felt… incomplete? I have never felt that before. As though something was missing that I had never noticed. It was suggested to me by my sister - by Death - that perhaps reconnecting with the people I served might rekindle my purpose. That I might need those who dream as much as they need me. And I… want to be there for them the best I can. I take what I do very seriously, Hob. I would rather be humbled than… insufficient. They deserve better. I already left them in a lurch for century and change.