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. ]

Comments

[parallels]

Dignity is overrated.

[Says the girl with an irresponsible devotion to hers. Not that she lets anyone know that of course. Then her voice softens, like she's thinking but not actually thinking at all. It's just a reaction to the vulnerability of the question.]

Mostly home. A bit here but, yeah, it's mostly home.

[greenies]

Me too. [ he admits, because it's weird how much easier the drabwurld is. for a place that's supposed to be at war, thomas is finding a lot of peace. ] The drabwurld definitely doesn't pick easy people to pick up, I guess.

[ he snorts, a little derisively. ] Maybe that's why we're shardholders. Makes us special. [ the last thing thomas ever wants to be is special, not again. ]