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[There's a bit of staticky fumbling, and Braska sounds like he's talking to himself. He also sounds about half his age - yes, teenage!Braska is back] ...Was this how this thing worked again? I think it was...the little light came on, anyway...

[He pauses and then speaks up a little, actually intending to be heard now]

Um. Hello. This little piece of machina - it can be used to communicate with other people, right? I suppose it's alright to use it - I'm fairly certain this is a dream, and the Maesters can't see people's dreams... [a little nervous laugh, he's not quite sure he believes that last bit]

It seems odd to be here again, though. I've never been one of those people who dreams of the same place multiple times...