[He's reaching out, even as his wounds barely allow him to move. But he has to move. Has to. He has to get closer... He has to do something, but...
"I really am so capable, and...
...loyal, and...
Capable, loyal, and..."
He's still shaking as he wakes up, tears stinging his eyes, just as in the dream. And for a moment, he wants to believe... lets himself believe that that's all it was. That despite the pattern holding true, what he just saw wasn't real. That it was only an extremely vivid nightmare, maybe... maybe induced by all the stress. Losing people week by week. It seems a sound theory, at first.
But the feeling in his chest, the aching sense of loss, cuts right through any delusions. And it's a heavy blow. It makes last week's memory seem so harmless. There's rage mixed with the sadness too, at first, but... There's no outlet. The true source of that feeling isn't anywhere near here and it fades all too quickly, consumed by more grief. His breath hitches a few more times, but he gets up. Drained as he feels, tempting as it is to simply lie there and do nothing, all he can do is to keep going.
Early in the day, Heart can be found in the first floor rest area. It seemed as good a place as any to be alone. He's in the corner of the room, sitting on the floor. There's something distant about him today and... well, to anyone paying close attention to his face, the signs of crying are obvious.
When he's collected himself, he simply... wanders. It's a bit aimless, really. But he lingers for a while in the garden, near the memorials. He's stoic as he looks at them, really, but it's still not exactly a happy place to hang out. Afterwards he finds himself on the newly opened floor, so... anyone who happens to be on the fourth floor can run into him there. None of the rooms catch his interest too much, so he can be found wherever, really.]
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"I really am so capable, and...
...loyal, and...
Capable, loyal, and..."
He's still shaking as he wakes up, tears stinging his eyes, just as in the dream. And for a moment, he wants to believe... lets himself believe that that's all it was. That despite the pattern holding true, what he just saw wasn't real. That it was only an extremely vivid nightmare, maybe... maybe induced by all the stress. Losing people week by week. It seems a sound theory, at first.
But the feeling in his chest, the aching sense of loss, cuts right through any delusions. And it's a heavy blow. It makes last week's memory seem so harmless. There's rage mixed with the sadness too, at first, but... There's no outlet. The true source of that feeling isn't anywhere near here and it fades all too quickly, consumed by more grief. His breath hitches a few more times, but he gets up. Drained as he feels, tempting as it is to simply lie there and do nothing, all he can do is to keep going.
Early in the day, Heart can be found in the first floor rest area. It seemed as good a place as any to be alone. He's in the corner of the room, sitting on the floor. There's something distant about him today and... well, to anyone paying close attention to his face, the signs of crying are obvious.
When he's collected himself, he simply... wanders. It's a bit aimless, really. But he lingers for a while in the garden, near the memorials. He's stoic as he looks at them, really, but it's still not exactly a happy place to hang out. Afterwards he finds himself on the newly opened floor, so... anyone who happens to be on the fourth floor can run into him there. None of the rooms catch his interest too much, so he can be found wherever, really.]