body jerks awake--- grip on reality lost, where the hell? glancing to his side, a sleeping form. confusion spreads, hand placing down, claws extend digging into mattress. he’s up.. up before he can process. this is too much. he feels its, the current. raphael paces, fingernail between teeth. this wasn’t his cell, this wasn’t.... what was happening. it’s too much, tailored collar is ignoring. brace your surroundings, get a hold of yourself. you’re on mission. this is.... this was not a mission. a constant war, he sinks to the floor ; body scrambles over to the bed, UNDER it. the wolf curls up, dragging his legs to his chest as small as possible, hand over his face. head rocks gently, no.. no.. no.
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