Array 132 // Video
[There's a limit to how much one person can take.
With Negi back, Al thought he could sleep, but he was wrong. It's the middle of the afternoon, and he fell asleep in one of the spare chairs in the back room while folding up the clean laundry for the clinic. He comes awake with a start, the PCD in his hands, as if he'd been looking at it when he passed out.
He had a nightmare.
There isn't any overt display of terror, any sobbing or crying out the names of the people he loves. No sickness, no frantic worry. Instead he just bends forwards, hair falling over his face, and covers his eyes with his hands.
The small, feathery white angel wings on his back fold up against themselves. He's completely silent, barely even breathing.
Finally, tears drip through fingers and onto the device. It times out.]
With Negi back, Al thought he could sleep, but he was wrong. It's the middle of the afternoon, and he fell asleep in one of the spare chairs in the back room while folding up the clean laundry for the clinic. He comes awake with a start, the PCD in his hands, as if he'd been looking at it when he passed out.
He had a nightmare.
There isn't any overt display of terror, any sobbing or crying out the names of the people he loves. No sickness, no frantic worry. Instead he just bends forwards, hair falling over his face, and covers his eyes with his hands.
The small, feathery white angel wings on his back fold up against themselves. He's completely silent, barely even breathing.
Finally, tears drip through fingers and onto the device. It times out.]