Drake held her, not speaking. This is a problem that he had to figure out how to deal with. He didn't want to see Aura suffer like this. However, he had no solution. He didn't know why she continued to have these dreams. It was unusual. In any case, Drake wouldn't give up on her.
"I don't know what it will take, but I'm sure we can find a way to stop these, someday, somehow." He looked at her. He tried to smile, hoping it might cheer her up.
Drake then decided to tell her something he had never told another person before. He took a deep breath.
"My best friend and guardian Travis and I once went out to enjoy some drinks after we had done a successful heist. We had stolen all of the belongings of a local gang in our area, and were out celebrating. They figured out where we were and came for us. Travis told me to leave while he distracted them, but I said I wouldn't. I told him I'd rather die fighting with him than leave him to die alone. Although I initially thought he agreed with me, he knocked me out and asked someone to carry me away. When I woke up a while later, I proceeded to where we were before...Travis was barely alive, on the floor. He didn't have long, and I tried to get him to a hospital. While riding there, he tried to tell me something, something important I think, but all I could get out of him was one word: Witness. I curse myself to this day that I can't figure out what he tried to tell me. He...was my best friend...my mentor...my brother. He taught me everything I know, and they took him from me. Soon afterward, I got this tattoo, as a reminder to myself of his memory, of his last words, and of the reason I fight, the reason I kill. To this day, I still think everyday about those words, and try to decipher their meaning, and to this day, I can come up with no good answer."
He inhaled and exhaled slowly. "It isn't fair that I had to live and he had to die."