'It's morning… huh.'
Opening his eyes, Leo stared at the ceiling in a daze. For some reason, ever since that day, his dreams had been a bit weird.
Referring to them as dreams wasn't right either, they were more like snippets, vague memories that didn't belong to Leo or Cassian, they also weren't Arthur's or Baekho's.
In fact, they showed nothing definitive enough to identify their owner, but Leo had a few guesses.
'I should probably refrain from using that ability for a while.'
The number one suspect was naturally Gene. Although this was out of her hands, Leo suspected that he got some sort of mental infection while separating the brainwashing mechanisms.
Of course, these dreams weren't exactly a problem, they were essentially harmless memories of a distant childhood. It was just that they gave Leo a strong sense of dissociation.
'Hopefully, they will come to an end soon.'