The man leans back in his bath, the sweet fragrance of roses once again filling the air. This is another open-air bath, but there is no doubt that this is not back in Treize's own world, but here in Somarium. To be specific, this is Espoir, in the middle of a garden. Treize is fairly certain that no such place exists in actuality, but since when has that stopped anybody in dreams before?
Footsteps crunch on the gravel behind him. He knows those steps well, and without turning to look knows that it is a man he knows well
... a man he has been waiting for all this time.
"You're late." Treize's voice is matter-of-fact and direct, though not unfriendly.
It doesn't seem to faze the other man any, though. He regards the commander coolly. "Is this the 'other side' you mentioned, Treize? Where you'd be waiting for me?"
Treize chuckles, shaking his head - and only now does he turn to look behind him. "I'm afraid not, my friend." He smiles. "In fact, it is so very
much more."*A low, thoughtful 'hmm,' as he wakes and considers the dream ... but nothing else.*