<span style="color: #00bf00">Damon fixed his hat and put it back on. "Who the *Fuck* does Vagile think he is? Mr. high-and-mighty, Mr. I'm-stronger-and-better-than-you... How does he get off thinking I couldn't help? I mean, sure, it does sound ridiculous, and I did sound kinda crazy......... but you could've backed me up!" he pointed at Carter.</span><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Well, I didn't *see* your dream, so how could I?"</span><br/><span style="color: #00bf00">"'Et tú, bruté?' Just because you didn't see it, *you* think I made it up, too?"</span><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Damon, I'd never think you made up anything. not about a serious matter. But, as they say, 'seeing is believing...'"</span><br/><span style="color: #00bf00">"But sometimes it's the other way around, and sometimes, the most real things are the things we can't see!" Damon protested, entering the dorms, going to his room, and slamming the door behind him, Carter right by him the whole way. He flopped on his bed with a sigh, opening a viewscreen and using it as an internet browser. He typed on a software keyboard, hit enter, and tried to drown his sorrows with the help of a website with a white-and-purple bunnygirl as the site mascot. (lol)</span><br/><span style="color: #008080">(btw, can tamers have res machines in their dorms?)</span>