The dreamscape is simple, a place familiar to both of them. Except this version of the Tower was not current. The arrangement of the books and the various adornments match the way the Tower was a little over a century ago. Fharzai remembered it well but didn't weave this dream from his own memories. Agron studied here long ago back when he could count himself among the living. The strigoi had the opportunity to walk the aisles alone for a bit until Fharzai suddenly appeared beside him in step, looking around with wide eyes as if taking it all in for the first time.
"Have I ever said a kind word to you? I can't recall, though I know I've never said a kind word about you. You never caught my attention as a witch, so by the time I did notice you, there was much to mistrust," he shares aimlessly, making no real point quite yet. "I never took a balanced approach with you, Agron. I let my emotions get the better of me because your betrayal was an emotional ordeal, but that wasn't fair to you. I never took the time to consider your feelings, or why you felt you had to go to extremes. For that, I am truly, deeply sorry." Fharzai meant every word because he'd suffer a penalty if he didn’t. When it came to Agron, there was no choice but to reconsider his previous rejections of the other. Munin showed him as much. "Queen Damodred was one of my best friends, but the one thing we never saw eye to eye on was the subject of you. I never understood her intent in pardoning you, but I'm beginning to now. She didn't do it for you, she did it for us. And Lysara of course." It took Fharzai a long time to see it, but he got it now. He didn't possess his current level of wisdom back then, but now he was a fully realized Dunedain who accepted he'd spend the rest of his life returning the Wheel to its true state. That meant every wrong that came from Munin's interference needed to be corrected, including Fharzai's own. "Your penance didn't begin when you bent the knee before her, it'll begin now. In this Tower, with me."
