He is dug out and freed, but covered in toiled dirt, which he is trying desperately to brush off his clothes. He kinda looks like a feral raccoon? But actually doesn’t seem to be having a PTSD episode.
[ he'll stop when he gets the flinch - he's pretty emotionally intelligent for lacking the regular intelligence score, and is also very good at noticing avoidance behavior. You do you bud. ]
Yeah? You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. I know they're all pretty ... personal. Least the ones I've heard.
Yeah, they are. [He sighs, then glances around. Then. Just gestures. At the around.] Dreamed I...
...was digging myself out of my grave. [Lovely.] Got to the top and almost out, and then I was getting buried again. Wouldn't stop. Started the whole process over again. In the casket, digging myself out. Over and over.
Yeah. [He brushes his arms, then drops them by his side.] I thought the doors were bad. Nightmares. I thought they were like nightmares basically. These are worse.
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He is dug out and freed, but covered in toiled dirt, which he is trying desperately to brush off his clothes. He kinda looks like a feral raccoon? But actually doesn’t seem to be having a PTSD episode.
Amazing.]
Son of a bitch.
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[ Coming over to help shake dirt off of him? He's helping. ]
You have a dream down there?
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[He flinches slightly at the help, but then chills out. Like he's forcing himself to chill out.]
Yeah, but you're not going to like what it was.
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Yeah? You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. I know they're all pretty ... personal. Least the ones I've heard.
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Yeah, they are. [He sighs, then glances around. Then. Just gestures. At the around.] Dreamed I...
...was digging myself out of my grave. [Lovely.] Got to the top and almost out, and then I was getting buried again. Wouldn't stop. Started the whole process over again. In the casket, digging myself out. Over and over.
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[ he looks over at the disturbed earth, frowning, and then scratches idly at his newly sealed shut eye. ]
A lot of these have this ... theme of futility, don't they?
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Yeah. [He brushes his arms, then drops them by his side.] I thought the doors were bad. Nightmares. I thought they were like nightmares basically. These are worse.