[A thump as the journal is knocked off the desk and falls open.]
N-no. Stop.
[Rustling sounds of movement, someone struggling in their sleep.]
Stop, stop, Mama don't I didn't- Stop it, make him stop.
[A sudden cry as a chair is knocked over and then a woman screaming, the words unintelligible. The screams taper of into soft sobs.]
Oh God... Oh my
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Rukia, it was... It was a dream, but... Oh my god...
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Are you well?
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No... Not quite.
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