[He looked around at his fellow captives and glanced at the other masked man. His tattooed hand twitched and he reflectively looked down at it, as if he was startled that it moved. He was a little young to be having weird tremors but it felt normal. Ankh gripped it with his other hand, his fingers brushing against that weird coin - no Core his Core where are the others? - then let go.]
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[He looked around at his fellow captives and glanced at the other masked man. His tattooed hand twitched and he reflectively looked down at it, as if he was startled that it moved. He was a little young to be having weird tremors but it felt normal. Ankh gripped it with his other hand, his fingers brushing against that weird coin - no Core his Core where are the others? - then let go.]
The dreams are not really dreams, are they?