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Video; I Feel My Nightmares Watching Me
[It's a random day of the week and two o'clock in the morning. Therefore, it's time for, as someone once put it, Ushahin's philosopher's hour. The lights are dim and Ushahin is lying flat on his back on one of the beds in his house. The phone is propped up near him. He's got something in his hands, a pale looking stone carving that is mostly hidden by the fingers closed in upon it.
He's been thinking quite a bit since he was brought back from the dead. His double had caused him to reevaluate some of his previous behavior. Perhaps he's treated some of those around him rather poorly. Well, there's nothing but time here, and always a chance to make amends.]
This place is frightfully full of nightmares. I mean that quite literally. I've never met such a group of people where the night terrors come upon them without provocation. Every night, nothing but tossing and turning amongst you all. That used to be my job.
[He sits up, fingers uncovering the rhios stone he has cupped in his palms. There's three figures carved into it. The one on the left is a long-haired man, stern looking, and with lines around his mouth that suggest he's older than the twenty-eights years he is. This is Tanaros, the commander of Satoris' army. There's anger flashing in his eyes that the carver was able to perfectly capture. The middle figure is Ushahin, his broken features captured starkly, with an unfocused, dreamy look in his eyes as he stares out towards whoever is holding the figurine. The one on the right is an older man in his forties, fat and with a long beard, his close-set eyes looking shrewd as if he's ready to make a bargain. Vorax, the last of the three, and the one who kept supplies for Satoris.]
I'm sure you've all grown frightfully tired of them. So I will make you a deal, fellow denizens. Tell me one of your nightmares and I will exchange it for a better dream. That's fair enough, is it not?
He's been thinking quite a bit since he was brought back from the dead. His double had caused him to reevaluate some of his previous behavior. Perhaps he's treated some of those around him rather poorly. Well, there's nothing but time here, and always a chance to make amends.]
This place is frightfully full of nightmares. I mean that quite literally. I've never met such a group of people where the night terrors come upon them without provocation. Every night, nothing but tossing and turning amongst you all. That used to be my job.
[He sits up, fingers uncovering the rhios stone he has cupped in his palms. There's three figures carved into it. The one on the left is a long-haired man, stern looking, and with lines around his mouth that suggest he's older than the twenty-eights years he is. This is Tanaros, the commander of Satoris' army. There's anger flashing in his eyes that the carver was able to perfectly capture. The middle figure is Ushahin, his broken features captured starkly, with an unfocused, dreamy look in his eyes as he stares out towards whoever is holding the figurine. The one on the right is an older man in his forties, fat and with a long beard, his close-set eyes looking shrewd as if he's ready to make a bargain. Vorax, the last of the three, and the one who kept supplies for Satoris.]
I'm sure you've all grown frightfully tired of them. So I will make you a deal, fellow denizens. Tell me one of your nightmares and I will exchange it for a better dream. That's fair enough, is it not?
Re: [Video]
Knowledge itself is power in the right hands. And power can do anything.
[It's as honest an answer as he's likely to give anyone.]
[Video]
[She considers him a moment.]
What do you need me to tell you?
no subject
[He's doing his best not to sound eager. He knows what he asks makes him a little bit psychotic, but inside, his mind is too fractured to care.]
[Private]
Well. She wants to sleep. Desperately.]
It happens on the flight deck. Metal everywhere, everyone in uniform. I am a cadet, standing for inspection. They've caught my friends. They tried to leave but the instructors found them. Dragged them back.
[A pause.]
The instructors are beating them to death. Itani and Kareem. I cannot move or they will kill me too. It takes....a long time. And the longer I look, the more faces I see. People I know here. Emily. Henry. Even Will, of all people. The instructors kill them, too. One by one.
Re: [Private]
[Ushahin closes his eyes, savoring the images he sees so clearly. There's a darkness in him that rises up, remembering the days when his name was spoken in whispers, a monster that roamed the dreams of Urulat.]
Mmmm yes. And the feelings that rise up in you? Is it helplessness you feel at watching all you care about die around you? Or thankfulness that it is not yet your turn?
[Private]
Both. Neither. I am weak. This will make me strong if I can bear it. It is supposed to make me strong.
Re: [Private]
It never will. Or it wouldn't be a dream designed to induce terror upon your soul.
[He says this more gently and with less eagerness than he has shown before.]
How often does it reoccur?
[Private]
Most nights.
[There are others, but she doesn't intend to share them.]
Can you make it stop?
Re: [Private]
I can make it so you never have to relive it again.
[He's promised at least one person here to always give them good dreams and he's kept it. He had named himself Dreamspinner for that exact reason.]
[Private]
Then I'll thank you for it.
no subject
[Is it better to do a kindness like this instead of moving through their dreams at his will? He cannot say. Only that he will try it for a time.]