[ The visceral rage in Mista's voice is almost overwhelming. As what can only be described as light collateral damage passes through the feed, Alex finds himself sitting stark straight before realizing it.
Be careful. Don't act rashly. Stop, please, it'll set off a chain reaction--
It's sick that his brain still operates like this. That he has to push it down, even after half a year living free of Death's machinations. For awhile, he'd had a little reprieve. Then Wonderland, and... Well. They've been much more frequent, since dying again.
Alex's whole body feels alight with pins and needles. He searches for something to ground him, physically, and...all he can find is Clear's beautiful, ugly sculpture, a lighthouse in the storm. ]
Mist. [ After all that verbal diarrhea, he's left with just...a whimper. That's basically what it is. ]
...I hope so. God, I really, really hope so.
[ At the end of it all, at least for now, Alex is even too tired to pick it apart with negativity. ]
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Be careful. Don't act rashly. Stop, please, it'll set off a chain reaction--
It's sick that his brain still operates like this. That he has to push it down, even after half a year living free of Death's machinations. For awhile, he'd had a little reprieve. Then Wonderland, and... Well. They've been much more frequent, since dying again.
Alex's whole body feels alight with pins and needles. He searches for something to ground him, physically, and...all he can find is Clear's beautiful, ugly sculpture, a lighthouse in the storm. ]
Mist. [ After all that verbal diarrhea, he's left with just...a whimper. That's basically what it is. ]
...I hope so. God, I really, really hope so.
[ At the end of it all, at least for now, Alex is even too tired to pick it apart with negativity. ]