I recognized him. He was someone I knew all too well.
Oh boy, who is she projecting Coil onto, or vice versa? Danny? Mr. Gladly?
They were both tall, thin. How hadn’t I seen it? Coil’s costume could must have been designed to highlight his skeletal structure, make him look thinner and more bony. All it had taken, beyond that, would be an affected change to his voice and different mannerisms. I’d been unable to see it.
Mr. Gladly does have wildly different mannerisms to Coil, and I could see him speaking with an affected voice even if he’s not a supervillain trying to hide his identity.
So dumb, so stupid.
I could understand it, too. He’d been struggling to fix things, watching people failing to find work, knowing it was the city government that was to blame.
Ah, no, we’re going for Danny. Alright! That’s good too, a really good dream punch in the dream gut.
Man, I feel sorry for anyone who made it this far in without catching on.
Also, damn I’m gonna look dumb right now if this isn’t a dream sequence. That’s okay, though, I’m used to looking dumb. 😉
I could remember him telling me how he’d make the city work again, how he had all the answers. I knew how hungry he was to do it.
Huh. Good work, Taylor’s subconscious. Even her dreams think things through thoroughly and make it kinda work, even though the nature of dreams is such that someone would usually just accept whatever.
He’d gotten powers. He’d started to put plans into motion so he could do just that.
It actually makes sense, to some extent. Wow.
“Welcome home, pet,” he spoke, and he didn’t speak in Coil’s voice. The voice I heard was my father’s.
Yeeah, this isn’t exactly how I was expecting to see Danny again for the first time since 6.9. 😛
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