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That night Alex had a weird dream. For the first time in three years he didn't see the figure of that man, he didn't hear his excruciating scream that was filled with pain. For the first time he didn't feel like his dreams were only a dreaming hell he couldn't escape. 

Maybe it was because of his day, maybe because he had talked to Theseus, maybe because he had heard those words. Maybe, so many maybes were dancing around, like little devils on his body as he thought about his morning. After that they had walked back in silence, the elf flustered and shy didn't have the courage to say anything. So him and Theseus were something, definitely. He realized. It  didn't need much thought but he didn't really have the guts to ask. Theseus had left after that, leaving him alone with Naila. Alex hadn't managed to do anything the rest of the day. He just kept thinking and thinking, sighs escaping his lips from time to time until it was time to go to bed.