Note Twenty

[einspruch]

[Klavier's tossing and turning, grumbling. Finally, he gets up and goes to sit out on the couch. He holds his head in his hands, and sighs.]

Thank you, Template. Just when I was able to sleep again.

[Slips into German:]

[God... I'm not going insane, am I? Please no...]

Comments

[practicality]

Having trouble sleeping as well?

[einspruch]

I am. You shouldn't be up...

[practicality]

Perhaps, however I cannot seem to rest. Even tea isn't helping. Truly bothersome don't you agree?

[einspruch]

Ja. Ugh... it feels like I'm going insane.

[blondwargoddess]

...Let me guess. You hear it, too?

[einspruch]

Ja. I do. Let me guess - you can't sleep?

[blondwargoddess]

It's really hard to sleep when I keep hearing someone calling to me.. or something. Or whatever they're trying to say..

[einspruch]

It is aggravating. And worrisome. It feels like I'm going crazy...

[derleibhaftige]

Oh? Insane, you said, Klavier? I should wonder whatever gives you that idea...though...perhaps you simply take after mother.

[einspruch]

[Winces, looks up at Kristoph.]

I'd think that you'd take after her, more. After all, you did look just like her when you were a woman.

[derleibhaftige]

Oh? Do you honestly think so? No, I, myself, was able to note many differences between myself and that woman. Come now, Klavier. Perhaps you simply don't remember how far gone mother was by the time she died.

Now, what is the problem that has you worrying after your precious sanity?

[einspruch]

[Murmured:] And perhaps you don't realize how far gone you are.

[He sighs.] Nothing. Just the city playing tricks again.