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[lostmillennium]

[Hey, see that guy, lying down on the ground? Doesn't he look familiar

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[warwithrockets]

[Yellow's having a nice walk. She did some training earlier, so she's a bit tired.

Wait, why is Silver on the ground? Immediate thoughts are that he's hurt, because that would more than likely have been the case back home. Runnig to him...]

Silver! Are you alright?

[lostmillennium]

[He might need a little more prodding, Yellow. zzzz.]

[warwithrockets]

[If frantically looking for any injuries counts as prodding, then more prodding he gets. Because this Yellow's natural state is worried.]

Silver...

[lostmillennium]

[Stirring now! Nnngh, not enough sleep. Body doesn't want to. Sleepy Silver sounds so very sleepy.]

...Where- Yellow?

[warwithrockets]

[Sigh of relief, looks like you're ok.]

You're ok... I was worried.

[lostmillennium]

[Worried...

...

...This is that other Yellow.

Have a mildly disoriented and apologetic stare.]

[warwithrockets]

[Not talking, your identity is confirmed.]

It's not everyday you find someone passed out on the ground... I'm sorry for waking you up.

[lostmillennium]

[...Shakes his head] I shouldn't have fallen asleep. [Tired. He's so tired. He sounds so tired.]

[warwithrockets]

You sound tired... You should sleep when you need to.

[lostmillennium]

[Nods. He knows. He knows he knows he knows he knows he knows. He just doesn't know when he needs to.

Other than, well, now.

At least he doesn't feel like an ENTIRE piece of shit, because this isn't his Yellow.]

[warwithrockets]

[She kind of gets what must have happened. She does know your story from Pich, after all.]

You'll get used to not being a statue again... I shouldn't have assumed...

[lostmillennium]

[...Just. Nods.] ...I will.

[warwithrockets]

[Sigh again-- but wait, it's turned into a yawn. Yellow's pretty tired herself.]

Guess we should both be sleeping.

[lostmillennium]

[...Oh. Nod.

...] You're okay with sleeping.

[warwithrockets]

Sleeping always lets me forget about the war back home for a while. It lets me stop worrying.

[lostmillennium]

[...It lets her stop worrying.

But not his sleep. Not the others'. Sleeping is worse than being petrified again. He can't move, can't speak, can only think... But he can't see or hear, either. And only when he wakes up can he see, move, walk, and do things again.

...But it won't only be like that. And sleep is important. Even if he doesn't like it, he needs it. If he doesn't sleep, the others will worry. So he has to sleep.]