"Possibly. But you know you've tried manipulating the surroundings
yourself. You can't do that Escher-style of dreaming you love so much, can
you?" he asked, tossing out that little nugget of knowledge in hopes Arthur
would believe him just a bit. It was a quirk he was pretty sure only he
would know here, but it was a gamble all the same.
A cough behind him drew his head back around to the dealer. He nodded his
head and pushed a few chips forward and tossed down his cards - full house,
Kings high. The other players groaned, but Eames' attention was back on
Arthur. Every action should have made the subconscious look at him, glare,
but there was nothing - only humans playing away their cash and for some
their own dreams.
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"Possibly. But you know you've tried manipulating the surroundings yourself. You can't do that Escher-style of dreaming you love so much, can you?" he asked, tossing out that little nugget of knowledge in hopes Arthur would believe him just a bit. It was a quirk he was pretty sure only he would know here, but it was a gamble all the same.
A cough behind him drew his head back around to the dealer. He nodded his head and pushed a few chips forward and tossed down his cards - full house, Kings high. The other players groaned, but Eames' attention was back on Arthur. Every action should have made the subconscious look at him, glare, but there was nothing - only humans playing away their cash and for some their own dreams.