[ Roxas can have this dream anytime in the next IC month. ]
You may or may not realize that you're dreaming. That's fine, though. Your limbs can't move, and the light overhead is a calm green hue that washes over you, allowing your eyes to adjust. You can tell that your muscles haven't begun to atrophy, but you don't remember the last time you were conscious. A man stands over you, dressed in a button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves.
"Sorry to keep you sedated, but so far, well—it's done well to keep you from remembering. I feel a bit … uh, guilty. Bad. So I wanted to tell someone. Couldn't risk it on any of the more Goliath-like of you, so I'm doing it for you." You won't recall the next few minutes of the monologue. His tone is even, low in nature. Like he knows that keeping it that way will make it hard to remember.
His voice fades back in as he begins to rise, turning away. "I wish you could tell the people you're headed to that I am sorry. I didn't … that wasn't supposed to happen. All those people taken. Being used. I didn't mean for it to happen."
His fingers drift up to his temple, as if he's got a headache. Even the calm green of the room begins to fade, and before you sleep, you'll see a symbol on the door that closes behind him: a bird, yellow with a gray breast.
[ it is not to say he has not been attempting to reach those on the inside— he has. he is stubborn, terribly so. and even with the acknowledgement that his messages would not be received, he attempted. and he attempted. and now: ]
Roxas.
[ it is a question, as much as it is a call to attention. ]
Are you well?
[ whole, is what he would mean. without injuries too severe. the information that has emerged about the inside in the reconfigured connections does not bode well. ]
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@melisandre.voktys
⟪ yeah, she may have learned not to write these things like she'd write a letter, but she can't skip all manners of preface.⟫
I was meaning to ask if you and yours are well?
⟪ she does not know what he has here in terms of friends and family, but he seems a spirited boy – surely he's not on his own. ⟫
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a dream
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Roxas.
[ it is a question, as much as it is a call to attention. ]
Are you well?
[ whole, is what he would mean. without injuries too severe. the information that has emerged about the inside in the reconfigured connections does not bode well. ]
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slides back in here to slam this down
winky face
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