It was clear to everyone who knew him that Seth was hardly his usual self since the new year started. How could he be after that terrible nightmare he had, or with all of the questions circling in his head about what he had seen in it. He could make enough sense of why he might have seen his sister as his daughter he’d raised her for most of her life. The battlefield and the deceased wife who he had never seen before in his life and how real it had all felt, more like a memory than a dream, that was what he had struggled to wrap his head around since. That was the reason he hadn’t slept in almost two days now. It was what had him sitting here with his head in his hands when he heard footsteps approaching, though even then he didn’t look up at first almost too exhausted to even move his head. When he finally did look up he tried to offer the person in front of him a friendly smile, but he had no illusion that they wouldn’t see how half hearted it was. “Hello,” he said softly, his voice hoarse, “can I help you with something.”
