03-21-2018, 07:54 PM
Warren looked at her for a moment, and then realized that this couldn't possibly be real. Yet it was. She wanted to help him. "Give me a moment, and we'll talk," Warren then held out his hand. Purple energy formed in his hands in the dream, becoming a weapon that he used to promptly blast or in this case completely annihilate Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX from his dream. Once the unwanted part of his dream had been annihilated, Warren gazed on her for a moment. "Now we can talk," said Warren, changing his outfit in the dream to a black and gray, and purple business suit. Chairs appeared in the dream, and he sat down. "Wish I could do that to him in the real world, but with how entrenched he is in my old home that I can't go back to, I can't do anything to him sadly," groaned Warren. Really he was not usually the type of person to wish ill on anyone. However, there were extenuating circumstances. One of these was that Warren had been rendered homeless, and humiliated. In addition of course he had somehow gotten slower, and weaker. When he woke up, he knew he was going to probably still be sluggish. "Question for you. Know anywhere abandoned that is far away from the Tangled Green where I could make myself a new home that has an absence of the individual, and the other Prime he attached himself to, who I should have never tried to help at all?" asked Warren.