Yeah, what she said was sort of what he was getting at. And who would know such a thing? Who, among everyone in the world, would know that? About both of them?
Morpheus knew he was sort of the black sheep of the Underworld. And he also knew that a lot of the other side of his family had a problem with him, too. But he hadn't chosen what he was good at. It was like being angry with a cousin for playing the violin well. Fuck you.
He nodded.
If Morpheus were capable of dreaming, he might think he was in the Dream Plane. But, even if one of his brothers was pulling the strings, Dream's consciousness wasn't capable of true dreaming. The longer this went on, the more it bothered him, although he was not showing that to Nanshe.
But he wasn't going to hide what was going on, either.
"Come on," he said, nodding toward the doors. "Let's go that way."
He'd seen it, a bit, through the window in the door. This was a spaceship. There were glass walls to that corridor, and beyond, nothing but the void of outer space.
He remembered once offering Mak the option of slow or fast. Waking up quickly, ripping the band aid off, or making it gradual. In this case, Dream did not think slow was going to help anyone.