Laura and Marco both share a dream (thanks to Hermes meddling, probably)
✴ SCENE: “In the Dream, He Wore the Armor”
INT. SHARED DREAM – STONE SHORE OUTSIDE TIME
The sky is black velvet, stars scattered like candlelight. The sea is still. Laura and Marco stand side by side, barefoot on ancient stone. They don’t know how they got here. Just… that it feels real.
And across the shore, walking toward them — a boy in bronze armor. Young. Gentle eyes. A soft, worn smile. His steps don’t echo.
Laura (in awe):
“That’s… him.”
Marco (quiet):
“Patroclus.”
He stops in front of them. His voice is soft, like someone remembering a song.
Patroclus:
“You both carry echoes. Grief that doesn’t belong to you… and still, you feel it.”
Laura nods. The feather she found appears briefly in her hand. It glows, then fades.
Laura:
“Were you really—were you in love?”
Patroclus looks down, then back at them with such aching calm.
Patroclus:
“He loved me more than he could say. So he showed it in fire, and in fury.
And I loved him in return, even when it hurt. Even when it ended.”
He turns to Marco, eyes knowing.
Patroclus:
“You carry blood that remembers pain. That doesn’t mean you have to.”
Marco looks away. The sea ripples.
Marco (muttering):
“He died ‘cause of a heel.”
Patroclus (gently smiling):
“He lived for love. The rest is footnotes.”
A beat of silence.
Laura (soft):
“Thank you.”
Patroclus:
“No. Thank you—for remembering.”
He begins to fade. Not like dying — like returning to somewhere else. A golden shimmer, like armor left in moonlight.
Patroclus (last words):
“When you love someone… don’t wait until the war.”
INT. REALITY – MORNING
Laura wakes up with her eyes misty. Marco texts her seconds later:
Marco:
we saw the same dream right??? what the hell
Laura:
it was him. the boy who wore the armor.you believe me now?
Marco:
…yeah.
Marco:
and i think he was right.
Godmode: Enabled 