Fugu seemed to understand this. "This is a fundamental question. It won't be easy to follow along. We also don't know how much of this will carry over to your world, even as an echo or a dream. Still, as you know, we can only hope." She opened her eyes. "Let's get the words flowing one last time. I want you to talk about the things that you're unhappy about, but I also want you to talk about what drives you forward anyway, and what keeps you fighting. It sounds like there are still battles to be had in your world. Tell me about them."
As she spoke, the desk slid into the wall, and she drew her blade. One last battle; for Dave, perhaps it was only appropriate that it be in a therapist's office.
"Channel that energy into your blows, human!"
She rushed in.