"And the strict expression," Spencer agreed, nodding.
He smiled tentatively. "Okay, uh." He sighed, pushing his hands back through his hair and said, "I dream about the school under attack. Um, watching it burn, and people -- people here, people I know, are dying, and it's like the last war except... newer. And we're not winning."
He clenched his jaw shut almost helplessly, trying to ignore the bitter taste in his mouth. He'd told a couple of people about the dreams, now. They still didn't really get any easier to think about.