second trial. | voice (unlocked)

[greenies]

[ thomas has not been a common presence on the network since his arrival to the drabwurld; gaining the ability to talk telepathically with the people who've been close to him have made it fairly easy for him to communicate without it. but this time, thomas addresses the network at large, although only with a (perhaps semi-familiar) voice.

he sounds uneasy. tired. ]

Do any of you have nightmares? How do you deal with them?

[ it's a stab at anonymity, mostly because he doesn't want to show his face, but the storms currently raging over head have not made his life any easier. thomas sleeps fitfully, twenty minutes at a time, wakes up screaming. no one's going to see his face as an effect of that. eventually, he tacks on a soft--]

Thanks. [ --and the line goes dead. ]

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voice. private.

[endurecer]

I never said it was moving on. [ maybe what she described is technically moving on even though reyna would argue that moving on would mean it doesn't effect you, but she doesn't think it's moving on. ] I also didn't say it'd be instantaneous. You have to train yourself to do it, it's not as simple as turning off a light.

[ reyna listens choosing to remain quiet until she's pretty sure that thomas is done. the talk of ghosts stirs her own unpleasant memories enough that she can't help but take in a sharp breath. ] In Paradise? [ part of her wonders if that's an actual place or just the idea of a paradise, either way maybe it's just a moot point. ]

Unless you can see the future and know it's set in stone, you can't know what she could have done in the future. [ she pauses and sighs. ] Does she know that she's dead at home? Or is that something only you know?

voice. private.

[greenies]

[ a little tersely: ] That's what I'm trying to do.

[ thomas isn't exactly the most patient guy in the world, but he knows this--recovery, or whatever--is a process. he hasn't had time to sit still in a long, long time, so now he's kind of left floundering in all of these memories he's now stuck with. for the first time ever, thomas has to live with himself, and he's not sure if he can. ] Paradise. It's the last safe haven for munies. We didn't make it there easily. [ that's an understatement, and that's all he apparently has to say on that subject. ]

Yeah, she knows. She came here right when... [ thomas stops, swallows. ] I know she's dead, which means she has no future. If we leave here, she'll be dead, and it's my fault.

voice. private. sorry about the lateness, holidays killed me.

[endurecer]

[ had this been video, reyna would have given thomas a look. it's a look she's used before when someone in the cohorts had said something unwise and generally her default look when it came to ninety percent of the things octivian had ever said to her. as it stands what reyna actually does is sigh. ] Safe havens aren't usually easy places to get to.

[ and if they were, could you really call them safe havens. ] Unless you killed her yourself, it's not entirely your fault. [ technically speaking, though she gets it. ] She's here now, though. Alive through whatever magic the monarch or this world has. There's war going on but— there's worse places to have a future in.

[ never mind that it could be cut off at any time. ]