"Places. People. Conversations. This shit just keeps popping up. I keep thinking that I'm supposed to be doing something. That there's some really important thing I have to do. Some...battle...I have to fight. Like it's the most important thing in the world and everything in my life, everything I've ever wanted, is riding on it. But Mai, that makes no damn sense. Because this right here is everything I've wanted. The music. The fans. My bandmates. How could there be anything more important than that?"

He frowns a little more and considers for a moment. "Maybe...have you thought of a dream journal. Write down stuff like that. Or draw or whatever. Maybe if you wrote it, it might cement it better? Just if you do, don't let anyone see it. Not anyone. Specially not your management or the C.E.O." Because Xanxus is a paranoid fuck because of that murder party and he really really doesn't trust anyone in management or above now.