Is this the world beyond death? A bunch of strange imaginings, and then his sister. His sister and a dragon. It was as though his dreams had tangled with nightmares, and then the dreams of nightmares of someone else from a different make entirely. What does it all mean?

Nothing, or everything. There is no room for middle ground. There has not been a middle ground in many years. Either for their family or for the Usurper. Either alive or dead. Either either either...

She's older. She'd beyond him. He is dead. He is dead and she seems alive, but is any of this real? Is this just the strange last thoughts of a dying man, laid out on savage floor, breathing his last while no one mourns his heart stopping?

He should be in awe of the dragon, and he is. But he's more confused (and angered, and secretly quite heartbroken) by this different sister of his. The same but her own. Not his sister, just...herself. An unthinkable thing, that. One he has to swallow down to answer her, still but for his hair blowing about, a mess becoming as tangled as hers.

"Yes. Anyone with eyes would have seen him." Purple or otherwise. "You are his rider. What is his name?"

This is real? This is real. This feels real, even if it's not.

He moves forward again, less certain than before, but he'll blame the presence of a dragon on that one.