[ They hadn't talked about the visions, Rommy hesitent to even bring it up. It felt- wrong, to talk to his brother about seeing the death of someone who he felt was his brother. He only had the one, but-

When he'd seen the vision, it'd felt so real. He'd felt the way his teeth had snapped together under the blow, the spray of blood from the other-brother's wound. And just now, he could still feel the way warm camaraderie had melted into dread and confusion.

Rommy didn't know what his brother had seen, but he didn't like it in the slightest. ]

They aren't real. You get that, right, Lonny? [ At a loss for how to convince his twin that whatever he'd seen was false, Rommy falls into the old nickname. ]

Whatever this thing's doing, it's all lies. It didn't even get our names right, so it's not like you gotta believe whatever shit it's showing you.