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Dream enters without his usual fanfare, at his favored table. He, of course, is scribed in black, white, and hems of burning nightmare. One pale, pale hand rests on Kitty's shoulder.

She looks a little more with it, a little less likely to fall apart, than she had been the last time she came into the bar. She also still looks like she'd rather not be here, for all she can't hide forever.

He looks worried, for him, and silently accepts two cups of coffee from a passing rat. One of them is handed to his favorite niece before he sips from the other one.

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"I do not appear in a simple form. What you see is all that you are capable of comprehending. I am omnipresent, to see more than this would be for all to enter my younger sister's realm."

His voice is even,

"I have no need to show that I am powerful. It does not matter. I am what I am."

She cannot comprehend such a statement about power. Power is for use, there is no escaping it...

But neither can she debate such without earning punishment. Instead she bows her head once more "I apologize, that my perceptions limit you so here"

"You can not limit me."

He says without heat, or chill. He leans on the edge of his ever-shifting throne (which is also part of him) and watches her,

"I am what I am. The fact that you only see part of me does not change me."

She...does not understand. The words flow, they are clear seperately, but together do they blame her for limitation or do they seem amused at her confusion?

Was it a game?

A test?

She should know! Something important, something critical balanced upon that single puzzle piece she could not find within herself.

"I...I would understand if I could, Lord"

"Ideas may not be limited. I am all ideas."

There is no amusement. No blame. There is only Dream, and Srraell.

"Would you?"

"If the Lord wished" she answered mechanically, neither desire nor curiousity therein.

She is not meant to know all things, nor step beyond her alloted place.

He watches her in return.

"That is a non-answer."

Again there is no condemnation, simple stating of fact.

"It is not my place to decide such" she answered in turn, and were she capable of uch perhaps that admission would hurt.

"Why?"

It is quiet, bland, and demands an answer. Not "because", but an answer. A real answer.

"I am to obey my Master or Mistress in all things" she stated calmly. It was beat into her blood and bone, scored through her mind in words as bleak as any desert.

She had no will.

Perhaps she never would.

"Why?"

This is the problem, if problem it is, with Dream. He forces thought.

A great force meets...a broken child. Neither with the option of giving ground.

"For such is not my purpose"

They are what they are, and the perception of each can not change the other.

"There are more purposes than one for any situation. This situation should be assessed for need before you assume that your purpose is the same."

"What need?" she asked

"Are you ill?"

"There are Rules."

Is the response,

"You must seek the purpose, if you desire it."

Rules. She knows many rules.

Lord Morpheus does not seem to fit many of them.

"How am I to be punished, should I not know your rules, Lord?"

"It is not my place to punish mortals."

He responds,

"They take care of that themselves."

"The Lord is Kind" she responded, as she always did, when escaping expected harshness.

"Is there aught else Lord?"

"There always is."

Is his eventual response, but it does not mean her.

Except that it does.

Srraell.

There is a broken toy.

There is a missing piece.

And Lord Morpheus is gone, but questions remain so Dream is present.

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