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[Abominox]

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He's been kidnapped, you know.
"I know."
She will kill him eventually.
"I know..."
Then why don't you do something?
"Because there is nothing I can do."

Dreamer was lying on his cot in Poet's Garden, contemplating every possible outcome of Skye's disappearance. After his ship was found obliterated, his crew and himself were gone without a trace. There was only one person who could help Dreamer figure this out.

I believe you told him something when he freed you... you told him that you owed him your life.
"Even giving my life wouldn't help me find them."
He is the only reason that your other side doesn't show.
"I know."
You're dangerous, Luke. As soon as the Sinners realize that Steel is gone, your body and mind are fair game.
"Is it my fault I was cursed with my blood?"
You're half-demon, you imbicile, not half-elven. This isn't blood we're talking about... this is your soul at stake. If Steel dies, you die, and it's all over. The Guardians will fail.

Lucius fingered the amulet around his neck -- the Celtic shield -- in deep thought of the predicament.

He will die if you cannot help him.
"And I cannot help him, Excelsius. I don't know where he is. You do, yet you refuse to tell me."
I am not a god, I am a spirit. I cannot find him.
"Then we are lost."
You are not lost. As long as he lives, you are still in control.

Dreamer blocked out the voice as it finally left his mind. You are still in control. He remember the last time he was possessed, and the people who died because of it.

He had to find some way to find his guardian before he was killed. But there was nothing he could do.

He was helpless.