Yuri didn’t need this. He was a light sleeper, at his best, and an even lighter sleeper at his worst. It was hard for him to fall back asleep after waking up especially after having woken up to a damn nightmare. But what else is new? Three faces haunted him so often he was beginning to think this was normal.
And just recently, that number became four.
He hadn’t actually killed anyone this time around. The fourth face that haunted him was still alive and well, still every bit the annoying old man that he was, but perhaps it had been a mercy on his part to act normal, to put on a brave front when he had been so obviously broken on the inside. Yuri had to wonder if Raven would make rattling sounds when shook. He almost wanted to try.
On the other hand, Yuri didn’t feel broken at all. The cracks were there, though, making jagged, nerve-like patterns on his soul as they could only grow the longer he kept being, where pieces of himself would eventually fall onto the ground and possibly shatter into tinier, irreparable bits, and he’d be lost. Sometimes he wondered if the old man was irreparable. Yuri wasn’t so presumptuous that he’d think he could fix him, but maybe… with enough time and tremendously sticky glue… with hands that weren’t slippery and stained with blood like his own, Raven could hold together long enough to be with them for a while.
He must have been really out of it if he failed to notice the presence behind him, for his eyes widened ever so slightly before turning only his head to face his visitor. The familiar voice continued, the even more familiar face wearing an expression that Yuri didn’t quite recognize. He almost wanted to scoff. Of course he couldn’t sleep, otherwise he wouldn’t be out here in the middle of the night, making rounds and keeping watch. Well, at least he was making good use of his time. If only he could actually focus enough to observe the area properly.
Man, pathetic, isn’t it? He was even lying to himself now.
“Who could, when you share a bed with Cap'n Karol?” said Yuri, chuckling a bit. “He kicks hard. Knocked me right out of dreaming.”
There was a slight pause before his gaze took to the sky. The moon glowed softly above them, the only kind of light he could handle right now, having stared into the darkness for too long. The bright sun would blind him in this state, and his unbelievably shiny friends.
“What about you, old man? Normally you’d be snoring the night away back at the inn.”
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