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[ezra_of_lothal]

"I'm Ezra Bridger and this is my communicator thing. Leave a message!"

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[ezra_of_lothal]

"I managed to leave someone's dream when they asked me to go, once. But then, she's Paleblood too, so I don't know how that factors in. This is still new enough I'm working out how it goes," Ezra admits.

Still, he shifts to face the path and starts walking.

[simplegestures]

"Interesting. Although it is unlike dreams that I am used to anyway." He tends not to be that aware. Not so interactive anyway. He wonders if he can read and count numbers... "Was it the same scenario as this?"

A gesture to that road ahead of them, looming onward.

[ezra_of_lothal]

He shakes his head again. "We walked through a memory of hers. The devastation from a war."

[simplegestures]

"... did she choose the memory or was it random?" Bail would not assume someone would willingly share something like that. If it drew from what was close at hand... His own might show the Temple.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra frows. "I, uh, just kinda appeared in the middle of it. So I wouldn't say she had control, no."

[simplegestures]

"That would be too easy, wouldn't it?" Stars above knew that people wouldn't desire to share hardships. Bail knows he wouldn't wish that upon anyone.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Basically," Ezra sighs. "Does that change your answer?" he checks.

[simplegestures]

“No. I would still have you choose as you would.” As Bail glances to him. “But I would not deny there would be some benefit on my part if you remained. Assuming things are not straightforward.”

[ezra_of_lothal]

"And as I said, I'm at your service. So I hope you're right about the benefit," Ezra replies, lightly.