[When he opens his eyes for the second time this night, Cloud remains still for a long time. Unmoving, trying not to think. Just... being.
It doesn't last long, though it's nice while it does. The child... the child who is old beyond his years, old like a child shouldn't be. A child, crying out to an adult, Stoneface, for justice. A child, whose mother had been killed (and that almost--not quite but almost--rings a bell, but he doesn't really notice, can't follow the thin line of almost knowing...) It's painfully almost-familiar, except it's not.
'Life's not simple.'
Truer words were never spoken.
And despite feeling sure that he won't be able to go back to sleep after seeing that, he finds his eyes closing again, and his consciousness slipping back into darkness, haunted by elements from this dream.]
It doesn't last long, though it's nice while it does. The child... the child who is old beyond his years, old like a child shouldn't be. A child, crying out to an adult, Stoneface, for justice. A child, whose mother had been killed (and that almost--not quite but almost--rings a bell, but he doesn't really notice, can't follow the thin line of almost knowing...) It's painfully almost-familiar, except it's not.
'Life's not simple.'
Truer words were never spoken.
And despite feeling sure that he won't be able to go back to sleep after seeing that, he finds his eyes closing again, and his consciousness slipping back into darkness, haunted by elements from this dream.]
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