He shook his head impatiently. Couldn't she see that every second he killed talking to her was another second that idiot was getting away with? "If it was an ordinary dream, sure, maybe you'd have a point. But it's not, trust me. I'll -"

He hesitated mid-sentence and squinted up ahead. The sun seemed to have dipped pretty sharply while he wasn't paying attention, and the silhouettes of the two kids were almost indistinguishable from the shadows across the grass surrounding them. By now they'd veered off to the side of the path and were starting to make their way uphill.

An idle thought flitted through his head... but no, he was pretty sure that gunblades weren't actually projectile weapons. It wouldn't make this any easier.

"I'll... figure something out," he said, not glancing back at her this time, not letting her see his expression. "To get you out of here, I mean. Just hold on. Just until I stop him."