[ A single eye blinks at Ingo, a little curiously, maybe thoughtfully, the other obscured by softly waving fur. ]

Well. Dreams aren't logical. Late night thoughts, not so much either. You know too, don't you?

[ The kinds that find you once the sun's gone down and there's no work left to do, nothing to keep busy with. Wondering, wondering. If he'd noticed sooner, if he'd been with Ingo when whatever it was happened... ]

Like right now. You are thinking something ridiculous, I think. Like I would have been better off if there was no reason to hope.