The tortured howl -- broken by, at most, a few gasps for cooling breath -- finally ended only when a door was torn open. Then slammed closed
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Well, that wasn't good. She surveyed the door, trying to decide how best to get past it.
Then she removed the hinges and pulled it out of the wall entirely. Setting it to one side, she looked in, and projected to the room's occupant, when she realized who it must be,
:: *concern* Nightmare? It's me, Layer. The Navigator? *self-ID* Are you physically injured...? ::
On the other side of the door was a desk, a few books and a lamp still perched precariously on top of it and a trail of texts and datapads suggesting its original position.
The huddled bundle of clothing and pink hair increased its keening; the spatters of blood on the bedclothes and the walls gave the answer to Layer's question that Nightmare himself wasn't supplying.
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Looking at the damaged door and wall of Nightmare's room, she figured she'd found the source.
She knocked. "...Hello?"
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At most -- and noticeable, perhaps, only to someone with senses keyed as highly as hers could be -- there was the faint sound of now-muffled keening.
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Then she removed the hinges and pulled it out of the wall entirely. Setting it to one side, she looked in, and projected to the room's occupant, when she realized who it must be,
:: *concern* Nightmare? It's me, Layer. The Navigator? *self-ID* Are you physically injured...? ::
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The huddled bundle of clothing and pink hair increased its keening; the spatters of blood on the bedclothes and the walls gave the answer to Layer's question that Nightmare himself wasn't supplying.
[*fearpaindenialfearselfhatefearpain*]
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