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"You are most courteous, though I admit I may have cheated some with my powers," Abdown said, in response to John complimenting his estranged household. He stifled back a laugh as he observed the others, and John's own reaction to them. When he heard the more refined skeleton brother's question, he froze and put down his cup. "We dream," he said, which would be cryptic, had it not been stated so matter-of-fact. "We dream, we see visions, we possess a kind of sight that sees beyond this world, and into countless others. They are like to us a reel that plays within our subconscious mind, and in our youngest self, our first dream becomes the foundation of our being. My first vision was of clocks, of constructs, of theoretical concepts, and architecture. I built this tower, never before seeing one in person. Though, the interior is also a bit... non-euclidean, as you've seen."

"Hm, I too have visions from time-to-time," Grimms said, rubbing his forehead.

"You should, even under that shell of yours I can tell at least part of you hails from this world," Abdown answered.

"You... you can just say that with certainty..?" Grimms said, the giant's tone almost trembling for once. "But I... with due respect, this is not the world I grew up in, and not the one I raised my children."

"Well," Abdown began, his eyes closing as he nodded his head. "When the Silence took this world, many were displaced by its anomalous existence forcing itself in, the world you call home may have been the most receptive, and you as a still forming infant was transported there," Abdown said. "I'd be surprised if you were the only one who ended up there."

"I... I may not have been," Grimms said softly, looking into his cup, a chuckle. "Well... that explains the third eye on my kids, I was worried I did something wrong."

"You don't have..? My, how peculiar!" Abdown said with a spark of curiosity.

"So, is she also a Memorian?" Grimms asked, motioning towards Basalah.

"Her? My, no, but there is certainly nothing wrong with what she is either! But... there is an emerald flame, one that is ambitious and hungry, that could give endless warmth... or bring everything to ash."

"What do you mean by that..?" Basalah said, a suspicious tone in her voice.

"That you have beautiful eyes," Abdown said, sipping his tea again.

"I-," Basalah squeaked, her eyes widened, and face left blank.