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. 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. ]