[His dreams are murky and formless. Dark shapes that dance at the edges of his vision, hot breath against the back of his neck. Pins and needles, slickness on his skin... a tiny pit of dread, drowned in a calming numbness. It's just a bad dream, it says. You're safe here. Go back to sleep.
He can smell his mother's flowers all around him. It must be a good dream, if it reminds him of her.
There's no alarm to wake him, this time... but as his mind starts to stir, he can hear crying. Slowly, slowly, the pleasant illusion melts away...]
Mom...? [His voice comes out hoarse and quiet. He tries to move, but between the weight on his chest and his limbs being half-asleep, the best he can manage is a tired wiggle. He blinks through filtered light, staring up at the leaves of the tree.
... it can't be mom, because she's been dead for centuries. Add groans weakly, trying to remember. Focus, stupid. Wasn't he with someone...?]
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He can smell his mother's flowers all around him. It must be a good dream, if it reminds him of her.
There's no alarm to wake him, this time... but as his mind starts to stir, he can hear crying. Slowly, slowly, the pleasant illusion melts away...]
Mom...? [His voice comes out hoarse and quiet. He tries to move, but between the weight on his chest and his limbs being half-asleep, the best he can manage is a tired wiggle. He blinks through filtered light, staring up at the leaves of the tree.
... it can't be mom, because she's been dead for centuries. Add groans weakly, trying to remember. Focus, stupid. Wasn't he with someone...?]
Where is... Nene? Is that...