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[Lavi stands in a sea of coffins, clutching at the seemingly-dead body of his friend Lenalee. In a boat nearby, a duplicate version of himself sits, looking impassively at the scene, his eye cold and heartless.
"What's wrong, 'Lavi'?" the dark double asks. "That's just a small piece of history, isn't it?"
The coffins open, and people begin to emerge, Lavi's friends and acquaintances from the Order, all dead, all reaching out for him.
"Lavi... Lavi... Lavi..."
Lenalee opens her eyes, looking up at Lavi. "Am I still... in this world?" she asks, as she did long ago, before a knife appears in her hand, lashing out at the redhead. He jumps back in time, but the knife grazes his forehead, cutting off his headband.
The zombies move closer, some now armed, attacking Lavi. "Aren't we your friends, Lavi? We're not just ink on paper!"
He grabs a knife from the ground, closing his eyes. These are illusions! If I don't use my eyes, I can... Striking out, using his other senses, he begins to cut through the undead visions of his friends... but their voices and screams still echo around him.
As memories of the past come unbidden, he tries to focus on the fight, but can't stop thinking about his time in the Order, his friends, his masks that became reality. "Stop it... stop it!" Clutching at his head, he tries to block everything out. "Don't look inside...!"
A card falls from a hidden pocket in his robes, the Ace of Spades fluttering to the dark water beneath him. Allen stops nearby, picking up the card. "I dropped this... You kept quiet about this to Bookman and held onto it for me..."
Suddenly, Allen's head seems to explode, hit from the side by the dark Lavi's hand. At Lavi's shocked and horrified look, he smirks at him. "What's with that reaction? This is just a blob of ink." Lavi still stands stunned as his double continues. "You can't just keep quiet and watch, right? You are a failure... you aren't a Bookman anymore."
Three friends surround Lavi, unseen as he stares down at Allen's body. Their weapons stab toward him...
[[Anyone is welcome to intrude on the dream!]]
"What's wrong, 'Lavi'?" the dark double asks. "That's just a small piece of history, isn't it?"
The coffins open, and people begin to emerge, Lavi's friends and acquaintances from the Order, all dead, all reaching out for him.
"Lavi... Lavi... Lavi..."
Lenalee opens her eyes, looking up at Lavi. "Am I still... in this world?" she asks, as she did long ago, before a knife appears in her hand, lashing out at the redhead. He jumps back in time, but the knife grazes his forehead, cutting off his headband.
The zombies move closer, some now armed, attacking Lavi. "Aren't we your friends, Lavi? We're not just ink on paper!"
He grabs a knife from the ground, closing his eyes. These are illusions! If I don't use my eyes, I can... Striking out, using his other senses, he begins to cut through the undead visions of his friends... but their voices and screams still echo around him.
As memories of the past come unbidden, he tries to focus on the fight, but can't stop thinking about his time in the Order, his friends, his masks that became reality. "Stop it... stop it!" Clutching at his head, he tries to block everything out. "Don't look inside...!"
A card falls from a hidden pocket in his robes, the Ace of Spades fluttering to the dark water beneath him. Allen stops nearby, picking up the card. "I dropped this... You kept quiet about this to Bookman and held onto it for me..."
Suddenly, Allen's head seems to explode, hit from the side by the dark Lavi's hand. At Lavi's shocked and horrified look, he smirks at him. "What's with that reaction? This is just a blob of ink." Lavi still stands stunned as his double continues. "You can't just keep quiet and watch, right? You are a failure... you aren't a Bookman anymore."
Three friends surround Lavi, unseen as he stares down at Allen's body. Their weapons stab toward him...
[[Anyone is welcome to intrude on the dream!]]