[Right. Okay. This is a dream and it makes no fucking sense. What this guy's saying makes no fucking sense. Whelk zones out halfway through because none of this makes any fucking sense, and he doesn't know why he's still trying.
[They approach a thick barrier of sunflowers. Sorry, Yato, but Whelk completely ignores the explanation.]
no subject
[They approach a thick barrier of sunflowers. Sorry, Yato, but Whelk completely ignores the explanation.]
Oh, what fresh Hell is this?