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I blink.

“Because that’s generally what humans do.”

He stares at me.

Then slowly smiles.

Oh, I do not like that smile.

“What?”

“Darling.”

“What?”

“You’re not going to die.”

I stare.

“Excuse me?”

He sets down his whiskey.

“Not from old age, at least.”

I sit upright.

“Morpheus.”

“Yes?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He looks genuinely surprised.

“Did I not explain?”

“Explain what?”

He pauses.

Then smiles.

I narrow my eyes.

“Morpheus.”

He takes my hand.

“When you awakened me, our essences became bound.”

I blink.

“Our what?”

“Our divine essences.”

“I don’t have a divine essence.”