[Leans closer, too, relaxing further as the memories persist. Think of us, he keeps telling himself... and this in turn makes the dream shift once more, this time to a scene that isn't a memory. Instead, the two of them happy together, their friends from the Inquisition and the Chargers gathered around them, cheering them on.
Dorian watches the change, confused.]
But that isn't... [It isn't a memory. That didn't happen.]