[Watching the tense exchange is an emotionally mixed bag for Tucker. There's fear, of course, since these people will try to kill him if they find him. But there's something else, too, a weird twist to his gut when the captain slams dream-Rome against the wall, when she tells him they're waiting for us to fail. He's not entirely sure what he thought was going on here, but this solidifies it.

Whoever's in charge of these two, they're literally treating them like animals, just using them as dogs to hunt down their own kind. Which Rome said, yeah, but Tucker takes everything he hears with a grain of salt, always assuming that the speaker is exaggerating, or twisting the truth for their own agenda. Sometimes they're just remembering things wrong, or talking from a perspective where they didn't see the full picture. Looks like Rome wasn't.

Seriously though, what the fuck. People in Tucker's world are shitty about werewolves too, but at least they don't force them to murder each other. (They do that themselves.)]

Yeah, sure. [Tucker moves out of the bathroom, keeping low, trying to see through the doorway outside. He figures that carrying around a shiny metal pole won't be the brightest idea outdoors, so he ditches it, shoving the St. Christopher medal in his jacket pocket.

There's something he wants to know.]

Was that real? Like, is this a memory? I figure it is, but I also know dreams do weird shit, so: is this really how this went down?