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Octavia should've probably expected this. So far, her nights had been ones of dreamless, exhausted sleep. But nothing lasted forever, especially once the initial shock of being here instead of there wore off.
They were relatively simple images. It was Helios, galloping in a wild panic through the woods. It was Indra, being killed in battle.
It was Lincoln, suffering Death by a Thousand Cuts.
She woke up crying. It took her by such a surprise that it took her a moment to realize she was also close to hyperventilating, and she sat up on the couch, trying to get herself under control. Trying to breathe and trying to stop crying.
Or at least trying to keep herself quiet. But it wasn't going very well.
[ooc: For that guy that lives here.]
They were relatively simple images. It was Helios, galloping in a wild panic through the woods. It was Indra, being killed in battle.
It was Lincoln, suffering Death by a Thousand Cuts.
She woke up crying. It took her by such a surprise that it took her a moment to realize she was also close to hyperventilating, and she sat up on the couch, trying to get herself under control. Trying to breathe and trying to stop crying.
Or at least trying to keep herself quiet. But it wasn't going very well.
[ooc: For that guy that lives here.]
