Dream | 12
[Privacy: Open]
He knows this place. The smell of it, the sound of it, the inch of raised cement on the opposite wall where someone's hand slipped during construction. He knows the feel of the jacket around him, his arms strapped tight across his body, buckles keeping him pinned to the chair (and not even the sharpest of convulsions will shift them, he knows).
He knows the man in front of him. Not his name, and sometimes not his face, but they are always much the same. Military haircuts, military uniforms, military precision in every clipped question.
"Just one more today, E-57."
The man's voice is almost kindly, and his eyes dart towards his face with less of his usual sluggishness because this...he does not know.
"You have done well so far. If you continue to cooperate, we can talk further about the amnesty I mentioned."
He does not know this. He doesn't, because if he did it would mean something more terrible than anything he has endured so far.
"Marie Perfacy."
No.
The man tilts his head, predator studying prey, and takes a step closer. "Marie Perfacy?"
No-
"That was her name." He knows his own voice, dull and tired as it is, and suddenly he knows that the man is speaking the truth because he can hear his own voice saying pilot of the Gundam Exia and killed in battle and real name is Leesa Kujo and it is his doing, they are gone because he has killed them all, and he knows this and he still can't stop talking. "That was her name before she was a solder for the HRL. Now she is-"
No!
[Allelujah jerks aware suddenly, violently, jack-knifing into a sitting position, but he doesn't make a sound because both hands are wrapped desperately around his mouth.]
[ooc: Because of what happens...shortly after the dream, most calls will be fielded 'the next morning'.]
He knows this place. The smell of it, the sound of it, the inch of raised cement on the opposite wall where someone's hand slipped during construction. He knows the feel of the jacket around him, his arms strapped tight across his body, buckles keeping him pinned to the chair (and not even the sharpest of convulsions will shift them, he knows).
He knows the man in front of him. Not his name, and sometimes not his face, but they are always much the same. Military haircuts, military uniforms, military precision in every clipped question.
"Just one more today, E-57."
The man's voice is almost kindly, and his eyes dart towards his face with less of his usual sluggishness because this...he does not know.
"You have done well so far. If you continue to cooperate, we can talk further about the amnesty I mentioned."
He does not know this. He doesn't, because if he did it would mean something more terrible than anything he has endured so far.
"Marie Perfacy."
No.
The man tilts his head, predator studying prey, and takes a step closer. "Marie Perfacy?"
No-
"That was her name." He knows his own voice, dull and tired as it is, and suddenly he knows that the man is speaking the truth because he can hear his own voice saying pilot of the Gundam Exia and killed in battle and real name is Leesa Kujo and it is his doing, they are gone because he has killed them all, and he knows this and he still can't stop talking. "That was her name before she was a solder for the HRL. Now she is-"
No!
[Allelujah jerks aware suddenly, violently, jack-knifing into a sitting position, but he doesn't make a sound because both hands are wrapped desperately around his mouth.]
[ooc: Because of what happens...shortly after the dream, most calls will be fielded 'the next morning'.]