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[Maes has become accustomed to sleeping during the day now, not that he ever really got more than a few hours in. This time, he'd found a small, abandoned room with what looked like a comfortable (and his views of comfortable have changed a lot since he arrived here) cot sitting by the window.]
[Ignoring the sun shining through the open window, he curled into a ball, hand protectively held onto a sharped stone, and made an attempt to sleep.]
[He had a nice dream... of his family. Gracia making delicious pies, and Elicia running around the living room, laughing as she did so. He's so busy watching little Elicia that he barely hears Gracia's words.]
"I'm sorry, what did-" [His dream self looks up, only to see that the scene has changed, and it's Gracia holding a gun to his head. He glances over at Elicia, panicking a little and wanting to protect her. But she, too, is holding a gun.]
[With a loud gasp, Maes awakes, bolting upright in his bed. In his panic-induced dream state, he'd accidentally flung his sharp stone out the window with so much force that it's permanently lodged itself in the wall of the building across the street.]
[He groans, curses, and brings a hand up to rub his throbbing forehead.]
[... He's not sleeping again any time soon, that's for sure.]
[Ignoring the sun shining through the open window, he curled into a ball, hand protectively held onto a sharped stone, and made an attempt to sleep.]
[He had a nice dream... of his family. Gracia making delicious pies, and Elicia running around the living room, laughing as she did so. He's so busy watching little Elicia that he barely hears Gracia's words.]
"I'm sorry, what did-" [His dream self looks up, only to see that the scene has changed, and it's Gracia holding a gun to his head. He glances over at Elicia, panicking a little and wanting to protect her. But she, too, is holding a gun.]
[With a loud gasp, Maes awakes, bolting upright in his bed. In his panic-induced dream state, he'd accidentally flung his sharp stone out the window with so much force that it's permanently lodged itself in the wall of the building across the street.]
[He groans, curses, and brings a hand up to rub his throbbing forehead.]
[... He's not sleeping again any time soon, that's for sure.]