"That's my problem, Clara; I don't like this man, even the slightest. He does carry all this burden, so many things he comes across in these dreams. The stuff he's seen, or heard, or witnessed; the atrocities of not only man, but everything. No one should burden themselves with that, no one, and perhaps it's good that he does, but I don't want to be that man. And then he has the gall to bring others into that burden with him, to put them up against that life. It's unfair to them, it's unfair to anyone."
Troy shook his head before looking back to her, smiling at how well she was listening. She was brilliant that way, he then shrugged and turned up a brow, "I am beginning to think you're dreaming of another man. I've gone through ten different faces, not one has been mine, and not one of his traveling companions is you. He's already lived a long life, probably too long in some senses; I have no idea how much more he could muster."
He then felt his brows furrow, "Seeing Rose though, that startled me. More and more of these dreams are becoming shared between all of us. John and I share a remarkable amount of similarities in our dreams, and now Rose and I are starting to cross too. And what's more... Clara, the other day I was watching a lecture, from Neil Tyson, on astrophysics. It was something, on a normal day, I'd only barely be able to follow..."
He frowned, and stared right back at her, "And as I watched it, I found myself understanding every bit of it, and even discovering he was wrong. I scoffed at one part and knew that what he saw was right, in his perspective, but it was actually wrong in practice. I just knew it, as well as I'd know any literary piece."