The following day, Thomas found it difficult to drag himself out of bed. The woman - Eden, she had said her name was - had said only a handful of words, but each had been deep, offering him a different and certainly disturbing outlook.<br/><br/>If she had been indeed sent by the goddess..which was, of course, hard to believe, yet Thomas found himself desperately wanting to...then her words must echo those of Dana herself. But raising himself an army, setting things right through acting against the Republic he sought to preserve..could the goddess really have suggested that? Or was the entire thing a creation of his own subconscious, his own impure soul trying to spur him towards the same corruption he so despised in others?<br/><br/>And her kiss..the soft caress of her lips...it lingered with him all day, no matter how hard he tried to push it to the back of his mind.<br/><br/>All of it, the stress of his real world and his dreaming world, were becoming an unbearable weight. By the middle of the next day, he was back in bed, resting, but not allowing himself to sleep. He laid in bed, deep within his own thoughts. It wasn't until midnight of that restless day that he could fight the fatigue no more, allowing sleep to gently lure him away.