[To be fair, Kavinsky hadn't known you could for a long time, either. It made him bitter that he'd gone so long without having someone else to connect with, someone who was like him. But here was his chance, wrapped neatly and laid at his feet. Who knew it would take almost dying and a double kidnapping to get to this point though.

He wondered how many dream things Ronan had. Kavinksy had none. He'd never dreamed a companion for himself or a psychopomp. The closest he'd ever come was Prokopenko, but that wasn't quite the same. It was just him in his dreams, taking and stealing what and when he had to.]

You can do anything in dreams. Especially with another dreamer.

[Normal people would never know what it was like. They would never understand being something other and having what felt like no limits. It was power, raw power, and Kavinsky felt giddy at just the idea of it. He'd only dreamed with Ronan once, and that hadn't been the best experience, really. This time would be different. Better.]

They help you fall asleep.

[Which sounded less intimidating than 'they knock you the fuck out'. Not that he was foolish enough to think that Ronan was easily intimidated, but he was treading carefully.]

I dreamed them up for situations like this.

[When he needed to fall asleep at the drop of a hat and didn't have time to wait around. It was a lot better than doing things the old fashioned way, the normal people way.]