Gallows is asleep, unperturbed by his own highly audible snoring, or by the
silent focused musings of jet and Virginia.
He may not be thinking about it, but he is dreaming about it.
It starts with leehalt. It starts with him telling jet what he is. The look on the punk's face is almost killing. His whole, fragile world he built for himself is coming crashing down. I see Shane, possessed by that dream-demon, whatsherface... Beatrice. Despair overwhelms me as I watch my little brother almost kill himself. And then, as if disciplining me for my compassions, I get whacked by granny's stick. My dream is a jumble of pains.
We face Janus, the prophets, Siegfried, all in a matter of seconds, and not one encounter is positive in the least. Every one is dire. Why? Why am I having this bad dream? I remember losing to Janus with that blade he got from the eternal sparkle. He had Virginia at its point, and the poor kid was scared to death. Then he showed some kind of mocking compassion by letting her live. What the heck?
I feel the guardians tremble at the presence of our enemy. Even i, the defiant son of Baskar, hold the guardians in some regard. I'm not stupid, I know moor gault could roast me or zephyr could easily crush me if they wanted to.
My dream gets weirder. We face Beatrice, but she won't show herself. She's used her freak abilities from Hyades to resurrect all of our past enemies, even Siegfried. The prophets are normal, well, as normal as is for them, Janus is a demon, and Siegfried, he's wearing a pink bunny costume. I pictured him that way once just for kicks, don't ask.
They're all juiced up by Beatrice's powers, and our ARMs feel like lead weights in our hands. All our force abilities are drained, we couldn't even lend significant power to the guardians if we tried. Our ARMs are in need of loading, and all looks lost. Werner's in the shadows, trying to do something, but whatever it is, it's not working.
I begin to wonder if Beatrice is messing with my head. But why would she include the bunny costume? No, this dream is all the fears and anxieties I bottle up.
Finally, I see jet. Nothing else, just jet. Am I afraid of jet? No. what's up? He has a look on his face like when my dream started. Suddenly, he starts shaking, as if he's getting zapped. He crumples to the ground, but doesn't kick himself up. Virginia runs to help him, but nothing works. He's not dead, but nothing helps, as if he doesn't want to live. Then, he quits. He's left... he left us... the punk... how could he do that... to everyone... to Virginia...
My consciousness surfaces a little, I know it's a dream. What the heck? Schturdark, free in my subconscious, assures me that Beatrice has had nothing to do with my chaotic dream.
That punk better not give up like that, but then, I've never known him to. To spite everything, he'll keep pushing.
It starts with leehalt. It starts with him telling jet what he is. The look on the punk's face is almost killing. His whole, fragile world he built for himself is coming crashing down. I see Shane, possessed by that dream-demon, whatsherface... Beatrice. Despair overwhelms me as I watch my little brother almost kill himself. And then, as if disciplining me for my compassions, I get whacked by granny's stick. My dream is a jumble of pains.
We face Janus, the prophets, Siegfried, all in a matter of seconds, and not one encounter is positive in the least. Every one is dire. Why? Why am I having this bad dream? I remember losing to Janus with that blade he got from the eternal sparkle. He had Virginia at its point, and the poor kid was scared to death. Then he showed some kind of mocking compassion by letting her live. What the heck?
I feel the guardians tremble at the presence of our enemy. Even i, the defiant son of Baskar, hold the guardians in some regard. I'm not stupid, I know moor gault could roast me or zephyr could easily crush me if they wanted to.
My dream gets weirder. We face Beatrice, but she won't show herself. She's used her freak abilities from Hyades to resurrect all of our past enemies, even Siegfried. The prophets are normal, well, as normal as is for them, Janus is a demon, and Siegfried, he's wearing a pink bunny costume. I pictured him that way once just for kicks, don't ask.
They're all juiced up by Beatrice's powers, and our ARMs feel like lead weights in our hands. All our force abilities are drained, we couldn't even lend significant power to the guardians if we tried. Our ARMs are in need of loading, and all looks lost. Werner's in the shadows, trying to do something, but whatever it is, it's not working.
I begin to wonder if Beatrice is messing with my head. But why would she include the bunny costume? No, this dream is all the fears and anxieties I bottle up.
Finally, I see jet. Nothing else, just jet. Am I afraid of jet? No. what's up? He has a look on his face like when my dream started. Suddenly, he starts shaking, as if he's getting zapped. He crumples to the ground, but doesn't kick himself up. Virginia runs to help him, but nothing works. He's not dead, but nothing helps, as if he doesn't want to live. Then, he quits. He's left... he left us... the punk... how could he do that... to everyone... to Virginia...
My consciousness surfaces a little, I know it's a dream. What the heck? Schturdark, free in my subconscious, assures me that Beatrice has had nothing to do with my chaotic dream.
That punk better not give up like that, but then, I've never known him to. To spite everything, he'll keep pushing.
