[ The dreams bleed from one violent end to another. Some memories, some not. Sometimes the two blend, giving him new horrors to stare at in the dark. Ships burning in the sky. A planet sundered. His family in pieces. His friends in chains. Drake, shot in the head. Crais, his throat cut. Lakshmi bleeding out, unable to heal from catastrophic damage. He tries to save them, protect them. He never can. And he wakes shaking, reaching for a weapon -
And then he settles, because Drake is there. Alive and strong, his voice rough from sleep but very much alive. And it's okay.
It's okay.
He sleeps. Not well, but he sleeps. And when he wakes, his head feels like it's going to crack apart and cut him to pieces on the shards. ]
Fuck.
[ Ephemera groans, knuckling into his bad eye. Ow. Ow. ]
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And then he settles, because Drake is there. Alive and strong, his voice rough from sleep but very much alive. And it's okay.
It's okay.
He sleeps. Not well, but he sleeps. And when he wakes, his head feels like it's going to crack apart and cut him to pieces on the shards. ]
Fuck.
[ Ephemera groans, knuckling into his bad eye. Ow. Ow. ]