Dick nodded. He'd heard about that and was ashamed he hadn't been there to do something. But even he knew that on his own, he couldn't have made a dent in a revolt that size. They needed to organize. All of them. When Helena was better, maybe they could make a genuine strike, but who knew how long that would be?
"That's... very interesting, and we need to be thinking about it," he said carefully. "But I was asking about you, personally." He paused. "How are the dreams different?"