THIRTEEN:
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It's been some time since I've had one of those. That in and of itself would make me think it a curse, the rarity, and its persistence no matter what method I used to sleep. I wouldn't have needed such a deluge of posts to the network, ill-disguised or absolutely frank, to tell me.
Is compulsion to whine about it part of the curse? Or simply human nature? And my grogginess lends me long-windedness here, in a medium I cannot trust.
There are four now.
Dream journals are pointless. But, when I close my eyes and drift, I see that photo. Sensei, mangled, those teeth, and I remember my listlessness, my inactivity, when that madman was in this city.
Was it right, sensei? When nothing could be permanent, have I disappointed you?
I dream of your steady hands, on the bow, or steadying mine. I dream of them shaking with each Hollow's blow, I dream of them falling to pieces, sensei, I
... What is this, anyway. More tea, I think.
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Most of us have a little more time. But, idle hands...
A pillow, I think.
I'm less certain of what to do with this one.
[ooc: THE ANIME AGREES, and you know it's true. ]
