[It's never too early for Jane to consider new truths, but it's definitely too early for her to accept them readily. Give her time, Aranea.]

That's right...his dream self had died. And, I suppose...he would chatter on with anyone he happened to meet. [She wants to chuckle at that, to let herself feel fond of him, but everything is still so muddled in her head.]

It's...er...complicated.