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[BECAUSE I AM SUCH A FUCKING FAIL you're about to get a flist EXPLOSION of backtagging. SORRYYYYYY.]

[Hey there. Welcome to Sinclair's nightmare. It's quite obviously one of the later ones, later in the event, but he doesn't know that. When he dreams, the dreams are all the same.

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[echo_of_utopia]

[ Lamb, the Lamb that is here and now, not the one from Sinclair's memory of that moment, watches herself for a while, curious.

Admittedly this is not quite how she remembers it herself, and it feels a little like a photograph from an unpleasant angle, so she decides not to hang around for too long.

She may go exploring, if there is more to Sinclair's dreamscape than this room, or merely wander off into the next dream. ]

[worldentire]

[There is. There are other rooms, all Persephone, all old haunts of his, of course.

Don't you recognize Sinclair, Delta? Now, he is what you should have been.

If she goes far enough she might see one Mister Augustus Sinclair, Omega being gunned down on a consistent loop by Delta. His broken sobs and desperate cries, his blood coating the floor and wall where Delta keeps shooting him...

Kid ... Lamb's in my head ... can't help myself ... have t'fight just t'talk ... left me my tongue t'torture the bomb codes out of me ... she wants me t'stop you leaving. I ... I'm sorry.

The voices sound like an old, extremely loud PA system that crackles and statics repeatedly. Something that can't be shut off.

Lamb's makin' me dance on her goddamn strings ... I can't stop ... you're going t'have to break in here and ... and put me down.

Didn't think this'd be easy, did you?]

[echo_of_utopia]

[ Oh, but this is not a problem, not a problem at all, because those are the results; the results she wanted!

In fact, this is quite the convenient scene for her to observe and wherever she stands in this dream, she will stick around, keeping a close eye on Delta.

Did he put Sinclair down swiftly? Slowly? Did he enjoy it? Regret it? Is there any indication he felt anything at all?

Whatever there is to see, she will see it and then she will walk on. For a moment she may even contemplate removing Sinclair's helmet once he has been put down. She will decide against it, of course. ]