[He opens his hand, showing off the crumpled, off-white feather.]
I have had dreams, nightmares even, of wings made of these very feathers. Dreams that I have told no one of. It does not seem possible for the Phantom to know of them, let alone collect them to use against me.
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[He opens his hand, showing off the crumpled, off-white feather.]
I have had dreams, nightmares even, of wings made of these very feathers. Dreams that I have told no one of. It does not seem possible for the Phantom to know of them, let alone collect them to use against me.
Yet here they are.