He doesn't remember. Something about digging, clawing, but where was everyone?
He was so alone. And he's never alone. Not really.
What is he even thinking...? He looks up at Phalanx, gripping the couch, looking just as anxious and disheveled as he feels. He can't help but see himself, nearly a mirror image, frowning at something he doesn't fully understand, curling away, confused, a little scared.
He's a little scared. He wants to go see Vincent, suddenly, know that he isn't alone. Maybe they'll go wake him up.
Yeah, they'll wake him up. "Phalanx, Phalanx, wait--" He reaches out, takes them by the shoulder, presses his forehead against theirs out of habit. He doesn't go into their mind this time, doesn't look around, doesn't want a thing to do with it for fear of what he might see reflected there--but he tells them, nice and quiet, calming down now that he has some direction to follow, 'We're going to go get Vincent.'
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He doesn't remember. Something about digging, clawing, but where was everyone?
He was so alone. And he's never alone. Not really.
What is he even thinking...? He looks up at Phalanx, gripping the couch, looking just as anxious and disheveled as he feels. He can't help but see himself, nearly a mirror image, frowning at something he doesn't fully understand, curling away, confused, a little scared.
He's a little scared. He wants to go see Vincent, suddenly, know that he isn't alone. Maybe they'll go wake him up.
Yeah, they'll wake him up. "Phalanx, Phalanx, wait--" He reaches out, takes them by the shoulder, presses his forehead against theirs out of habit. He doesn't go into their mind this time, doesn't look around, doesn't want a thing to do with it for fear of what he might see reflected there--but he tells them, nice and quiet, calming down now that he has some direction to follow, 'We're going to go get Vincent.'