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Eret should feel fine right now.
She’s, fuckin-, she’s over Dream, alright? She’d taken the month and a half after his imprisonment to do some nice forest-inspired reflection and trauma processing. She is over it. Dream is behind her. She hadn’t even thought about him unprompted for three months.
And now he is out. She could run into him at any time.
She’s over how Dream treated her. She should feel fine right now. Why doesn’t she feel fine right now.
Eret is not affected by much. Hell, Foolish telling her there’s a whole section of her life she can’t remember is probably the most she’s been fazed ever, and even then, she could tell her reaction was far more minor than most people’s would’ve been. She can handle this.
“I can’t handle this.” She confesses to the air.
That doesn’t make her feel any better.