A brow arched, hating that the best way to show the way dreams worked was to allow one to survive it, no matter the cost. He kept hoping for a better way but with the ability of dreams, that unlimited possibility, most didn't seem prepared to walk away from it all.
Except Arthur was. Walking away, strolling down a London street without a thought of a moment before. Even as he tried to remember why he was in the dream, a quick touch to the die in his pocket confirming that but it didn't make it clear to him why he was scoping out a London setting, though he was certain he'd remember with time.