Dressed in casuals, Davion stood by the window, his gaze stretched far and his thoughts wandered. His hands held behind his back. The night breeze was cool and refreshing but was unappreciated by him.
His mind replayed the incidents just a couple of hours ago while in the town. Edith's raw rage hit him hard. It was another reminder that the woman he knew now wasn't the same as the one in his dream.
This Edith was strong and would fight back when needed.
There was also no guarantee that the dream he had could be trusted as an event that had once occured. Nothing of note came to mind beside the strong sense of familiarity that he felt. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anything. There was nothing in his memory that suggested wver knowing her before. But he knew better than to dismiss the possibility completely.
