We sat silently for a while as I waited for him to say something.
He gave me time to think so I could speak first, then he curled up and played with his hands.
"..."
It was a heavy, awkward silence.
The Third Prince glanced at me, opening and closing his mouth, wanting to say something.
"…dead."
"...?"
After that long silence, the Third Prince struggled to get the words out.
Although it was an abrupt start, I quietly listened.
"I dream every day about everyone dying. That’s what my dreams keep showing me."
The Third Prince, still with his head buried in his arms atop his knee, refused to sit upright.
He suffered from nightmares, but now what he saw were hallucinations.
His voice trembled when he said he was afraid to open his eyes.
"Prince."
"...it's scary. I'm scared..."
I grabbed him by the shoulder when he covered his ears.
"Baan!"
"..."
I took him by the shoulders and made him look at me.
He still had his eyes closed.
"You c...
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