Hunters HQ, Training Simulation Room #02 [open]
Physically, Nightmare was feeling better now. X had helped, and seemed inclined to do so again; and there had been the last of the mets Dr. Rock had created as well (and that was a need that was a once-in-a-while things now in any case).
Mentally, emotionally -- the going was still a little rough. But he was trying to adapt; other Hunters seemed to have lost much more, and forever. Not that reminding himself did more than make him feel guilty, most of the time ...
Now that he'd had time to settle himself down -- and to feed on the Souls from the two mets -- Nightmare decided that a bit of physical activity was in order. Better to be productive. So he was working his way steadily through the different training scenarios, sabre-only.
Better this, being predictable-thing in combat.
Control is needed --
Pivoting to take out a pair of drones, he found himself relaxing already.
Mentally, emotionally -- the going was still a little rough. But he was trying to adapt; other Hunters seemed to have lost much more, and forever. Not that reminding himself did more than make him feel guilty, most of the time ...
Now that he'd had time to settle himself down -- and to feed on the Souls from the two mets -- Nightmare decided that a bit of physical activity was in order. Better to be productive. So he was working his way steadily through the different training scenarios, sabre-only.
Better this, being predictable-thing in combat.
Control is needed --
Pivoting to take out a pair of drones, he found himself relaxing already.