A Drifter diary entry:
I had another nightmare, running through the halls of the Zariman, breathing heavy, I looked into the glass wall to see the nuke Arthur was in there. I turned to see Amir trying to hack the computer. Aoi fell to the ground beside him, dead. I tried to yell, "Aoi! Amir, use your parazon!" But no words left my mouth. I moved closer to Amir, BANG! He was shot, no no no not again. This can't be happening. I turn to where the gunshot came from Ballas looms, "Failed again kiddo"
I gasp awake, what the fuck what the fuck. Amir is asleep beside me. I stay extremely still and quiet, listening to his breath. He is okay. That didn't happen, not this time. I lie back down. Aoi keeps falling to the ground in my mind, I have to check on her, I have to check on Arthur. I can't sleep, not while the nightmare gnaws at my mind. I get up slowly, quietly, I set a floof in my place in the bed and leave the room. Aoi fell asleep at her desk, I could hear her breathing, I stood there listening for a while, she's okay. I need to check on Arthur. Finding Arthur without waking him will be much harder, but he's not typically too bothered by being woken. I checked the bar and his desk first in case he did the same as Aoi. It doesn't seem he has, but as I pass the kitchen, I hear someone in there. "Hey, you alright?" He asks.
"No. I... I'm glad you're okay." No one has died. Nothing has happened. The strangeness of my dream finally hit me. Finally, my body is able to feel that it wasn't real, and I am able to process how confused and out of order the dream was. Arthur and I talk for a while over tea. He has dreams about everyone dying, too. We know it didn't happen, we won, but that fear and pain are still there. I'm really glad I have this messed up little family.
