"It'll help if you talk about it,"
"It's kind of you to offer your ear." He sighed, leaning on the railing of the overlook. "I'm not sure why it's been bothering me so much. It means nothing." The Sith couldn't stop pacing the dream over in his head. Rarely did dreams concern him, despite being invested in all manner of Sorcery he didn't hold much stock in nocturnal visions.
"I had a dream the other night. I was walking in the Archives on Korriban, down the main hall. As I walked, the ground behind me began to fall away, into nothingness." He flicked a pebble off of the stone railing. "I couldn't stop walking forward, and I did not fall into the chasm... I don't know if I was afraid, or what it means."
The realization that he was venting to a Jedi struck him then, and he laughed quietly over it. "I wish I knew why it bothers me so."
