"Actually, I'd recommend writing it," Angelo replied honestly. "I can't advise sending it, of course, but writing is a powerful tool. There is magic deeper than conscious understanding in the written word. I can't say how it works, only that it does..."

He frowned, leaning forward to offer his hand to Pestilence. He wasn't really comfortable with displays of affection, and yet... Sometimes they seemed appropriate.

"I appreciate the resolve that you will neither give up, nor count on me for answers. While I understand deeply the nightmare you are facing, sadly I am as lost as you are when it comes to waking from it. For that, I feel very sorry indeed."