[ Tatara remains still and his eyes, dry for a little moment longer. The door to the roof swings open and several thuggish looking young men rush and surround dream-Tatara's body. One falls to his knees and cradles him, shouting his name.
But it's too late.
It's hearing the voices of the people he cared so much for that eventually breaks the dam. He's not a loud crier, but his shoulders shudder in Day's hold, and his tears dampen whatever part of Day's clothes that Tatara rests his shoulder on.
The boys keep shouting Tatara's name, but it all fades as the dream does, and eventually, the two are left standing in the Forest of Dreams once again. ]
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But it's too late.
It's hearing the voices of the people he cared so much for that eventually breaks the dam. He's not a loud crier, but his shoulders shudder in Day's hold, and his tears dampen whatever part of Day's clothes that Tatara rests his shoulder on.
The boys keep shouting Tatara's name, but it all fades as the dream does, and eventually, the two are left standing in the Forest of Dreams once again. ]