Ben opened his eyes, and for a moment put aside the unsettling dream to take stock of his surroundings. He was lying on his cloak on a hard floor. For a moment he didn't remember where he was, but - the Post Office. Yes. He'd wanted to be alone to consider what he'd seen on the Fourth Floor, and he'd also wanted to get out of the rain, so he had come here. He must have fallen asleep.
Redemption. He sat up and propped an elbow on a raised knee, rubbing his palm across his forehead and brow. After the desert - after all that, he thought he could see why that might have come up. Maybe
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Just a dream. Not really, Gai knew. He stared at the ceiling, fighting back the mental images of those who were close to both him and Genius so injured and torn apart.
He would visit Genius the next day, he decided, at work or at home, find him somewhere and just... be there. It was the least he could do, and he could tell his friend was stressed. For now Gai would try to go back to sleep, try to banish the sight of Bell torn apart that much, and the others so badly mistreated as well.
[Fred sat up in bed abruptly, clapping one hand over her mouth and fighting not to retch. It wasn't just the image of herself, bloody and broken; it was everyone. Gai, Bell, Lyle... and the implication that Genius was responsible.
After a moment she managed to regain control of herself, turning so she could put her feet on the floor. Aven stirred, where he lay curled on the bed, and she petted him absently, grateful to feel his fur beneath her fingers. He wasn't dead... she wasn't hurt. None of them were, probably. It was just a dream.
Well. Just a nightmare.
It had been even worse because she had known it was a nightmare, and known it was Genius' nightmare almost from the moment it started
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[Lyle jolts awake with a gasp and one hand fiercely clenched in the sheets. He isn't sure which was the worst in the parade of disturbing imagery: the scenes involving gory, sometimes grave injuries regarded as a mild inconvenience by the victims or the parts where others were physically fine, but stripped of their personalities to the point of eerie, deeply unsettling blankness
( ... )
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Redemption. He sat up and propped an elbow on a raised knee, rubbing his palm across his forehead and brow. After the desert - after all that, he thought he could see why that might have come up. Maybe ( ... )
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He would visit Genius the next day, he decided, at work or at home, find him somewhere and just... be there. It was the least he could do, and he could tell his friend was stressed. For now Gai would try to go back to sleep, try to banish the sight of Bell torn apart that much, and the others so badly mistreated as well.
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And now I just feel sorry for Fred. /snort]
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After a moment she managed to regain control of herself, turning so she could put her feet on the floor. Aven stirred, where he lay curled on the bed, and she petted him absently, grateful to feel his fur beneath her fingers. He wasn't dead... she wasn't hurt. None of them were, probably. It was just a dream.
Well. Just a nightmare.
It had been even worse because she had known it was a nightmare, and known it was Genius' nightmare almost from the moment it started ( ... )
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