[Right now, Lancer feels even more embarrassed than before. He had been busy whining about his nightmares, but he had only been having them frequently in the recent two weeks or so. Who knows how long Diarmuid had been having his nightmares? And of course, Lancer had never noticed because he was too busy sleeping.]
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Not die in my nightmares?
[He says dryly.]
...That's a joke, you know.