Asura Experiments and Asks Questions
[Eyes red--no, no, not his pupils. Those are always red. His eyes are bloodshot. This is the sign--the one and only sign--of the fact that he has not slept. He has not slept a moment over the three days he has been in Mayfield.]
I have a question.
[Why would Asura sleep? He had not needed to sleep for well over a hundred years--no, his containment was not sleep. No, he never had to sleep in the conventional sense when he had passed from the realm of the mortal to the realm of a god.]
One simple question which I expect all to answer.
[Being human once again was agonizing. No, not that he felt pain--he had always been able to feel pain. He did not care about pain as pain did not trouble him, whether human or god. The blood bandages covering his arms, chest, and legs were testament to this: cuts upon cuts he had made to himself; his blood was red, the wounds did not heal, and he had to waste perfectly good scarves to keep himself from bleeding to death.]
You all have an answer.
[No, pain and bleeding were not the problems, just inconveniences. Nor was hunger an issue: he had not felt this sensation--not the normal type, anyways--for well over a century, but he was...capable of making do. It was a simple matter to know to eat to make the hunger disappear. No, these were not the problem. Sleep...]
I already know the answer.
[In a way, he did sleep as a god. However, the sleep of a god and the sleep of a human was the most distressing difference for him. It was something agonizing, something he refused to do; obviously, with a human body, this would only last so long. He would fight the prospect of sleep, though, until he was incapable of doing so any longer. Why?]
I will ask anyways.
[When humans sleep, they dream.]
Are you afraid?
I have a question.
[Why would Asura sleep? He had not needed to sleep for well over a hundred years--no, his containment was not sleep. No, he never had to sleep in the conventional sense when he had passed from the realm of the mortal to the realm of a god.]
One simple question which I expect all to answer.
[Being human once again was agonizing. No, not that he felt pain--he had always been able to feel pain. He did not care about pain as pain did not trouble him, whether human or god. The blood bandages covering his arms, chest, and legs were testament to this: cuts upon cuts he had made to himself; his blood was red, the wounds did not heal, and he had to waste perfectly good scarves to keep himself from bleeding to death.]
You all have an answer.
[No, pain and bleeding were not the problems, just inconveniences. Nor was hunger an issue: he had not felt this sensation--not the normal type, anyways--for well over a century, but he was...capable of making do. It was a simple matter to know to eat to make the hunger disappear. No, these were not the problem. Sleep...]
I already know the answer.
[In a way, he did sleep as a god. However, the sleep of a god and the sleep of a human was the most distressing difference for him. It was something agonizing, something he refused to do; obviously, with a human body, this would only last so long. He would fight the prospect of sleep, though, until he was incapable of doing so any longer. Why?]
I will ask anyways.
[When humans sleep, they dream.]
Are you afraid?