Can be heard from the hallway?
[Delirium is in her dream again, after she's traveled all over the castle pulling her friends out of the horrors. Everybody was in pieces and she wasn't and it hurt more than even this place and now there was no where to retreat to. Because of this place. This mockery of a memory that made breathing hurt and her head ache and everything itch raw like ants.]
Why? Why are you here go away! Hate this why are you here you'll destroy it and ruin it why did you have to come here!
[There is heavy breathing, and harsh meaty thumps as she tries to take her sorrow and anger out on the landscape, hitting at the softly rolling hills and the mocking of their waving grass. She digs her fingers into the ground ripping at the cruel grass and bring it up in chunks and crumbles, so intent she doesn't notice when she leaves fingernails and skin behind]
You came here before and it wasn't enough and now you ruin it. You ruin it, and its not real! It can't not be here!
[Dry sobbing and cracked breathing as she starts to slam at the broken sundial, because that wasn't here either. it was discordant and wrong and painful because it belied even more the false reality this dream presented. She hated it. She hated it more than anything she had ever hated in her long strange and painful life. So she slammed against the most obvious representation of her inability to ever go back. Because that sundial what it became after she changed.]
Why... why?! Here was better.
[Rasping breaths and hicupping noises that could be tears or could be laughter, or could be both]
Why? Why are you here go away! Hate this why are you here you'll destroy it and ruin it why did you have to come here!
[There is heavy breathing, and harsh meaty thumps as she tries to take her sorrow and anger out on the landscape, hitting at the softly rolling hills and the mocking of their waving grass. She digs her fingers into the ground ripping at the cruel grass and bring it up in chunks and crumbles, so intent she doesn't notice when she leaves fingernails and skin behind]
You came here before and it wasn't enough and now you ruin it. You ruin it, and its not real! It can't not be here!
[Dry sobbing and cracked breathing as she starts to slam at the broken sundial, because that wasn't here either. it was discordant and wrong and painful because it belied even more the false reality this dream presented. She hated it. She hated it more than anything she had ever hated in her long strange and painful life. So she slammed against the most obvious representation of her inability to ever go back. Because that sundial what it became after she changed.]
Why... why?! Here was better.
[Rasping breaths and hicupping noises that could be tears or could be laughter, or could be both]