sunday wake up give me a cigarette
[ Arthur doesn't sleep.
He figures, if he's dreaming, then sleep is only going to make it worse. So he doesn't sleep, and sometimes he watches Duke sleep, when the nights are quiet and long. He doesn't know how long he's been here, how long he's been stuck here; all he knows is that he feels like his brain is peeling apart into tiny bits and pieces every minute he doesn't wake up.
Because he has to wake up. Because if he doesn't, he's wasted this entire time thinking he's in a fucking dream, when in reality (there is no reality) --
Well, he won't go there.
Duke's subconscious is alarmingly empty. Arthur hasn't seen a single person the entire time he's been here. The streets are always barren and silent, the buildings barred off and locked, their windows fogged with dirt, and every time he goes out patrolling, he comes back a little less uncertain of everything around him. He's bunking with Duke in some cottage near the center of the city, mostly because he doesn't trust him and partly because he doesn't trust himself. ]
I thought you said there were people here? [ -- as he steps inside and irritably chucks his Beretta on the coffee table in front of the musty couch by the picture window -- ] I haven't seen a goddamn soul, Valentine.
He figures, if he's dreaming, then sleep is only going to make it worse. So he doesn't sleep, and sometimes he watches Duke sleep, when the nights are quiet and long. He doesn't know how long he's been here, how long he's been stuck here; all he knows is that he feels like his brain is peeling apart into tiny bits and pieces every minute he doesn't wake up.
Because he has to wake up. Because if he doesn't, he's wasted this entire time thinking he's in a fucking dream, when in reality (there is no reality) --
Well, he won't go there.
Duke's subconscious is alarmingly empty. Arthur hasn't seen a single person the entire time he's been here. The streets are always barren and silent, the buildings barred off and locked, their windows fogged with dirt, and every time he goes out patrolling, he comes back a little less uncertain of everything around him. He's bunking with Duke in some cottage near the center of the city, mostly because he doesn't trust him and partly because he doesn't trust himself. ]
I thought you said there were people here? [ -- as he steps inside and irritably chucks his Beretta on the coffee table in front of the musty couch by the picture window -- ] I haven't seen a goddamn soul, Valentine.