[it's true, this nightmare of his is familiar. but hearing their names--
right. right, the ship. rodya, his comrade, drinking with him and pouting when he wouldn't hang out with her, but just as serious as he's ever seen her when she needs to be; even if anything too deep stays obscured with frosted glass, he's always the most comfortable in rodya's company. margaret-- he knows that dog isn't a fucking dog, margaret! it's basically an abnormality! but he's comfortable talking to her, still. she seems like she gets it in a way some others here just won't. and arthur... he's never pointed out that he doesn't correct gregor anymore when he calls him something besides his name, but he's been quietly pleased with it anyway, each time. sure, the man can be frustrating sometimes, and getting anything out of him can feel like trying to unjam a door someone's holding shut, but... he's still fond of him anyway. it's.
well, he doesn't have a name for it. he doesn't ever really think too hard about it. it feels like the urge to reach out and take someone's hand.
i've grown fond of humor. being consumed by the nightmare for so long must've made me crave liveliness.
he won't find anything like that here. he never wanted to live in the nightmare, to begin with-- he never asked for this.
[With Gregor's resolve in place, Yuri revs the engine. Ahead on the road, there's a blue flame burning; despite what instincts might dictate, Gregor will know, somehow, that that's where he should go.
And thus, Yuri speeds through the fire. Unlike what's going on with Arthur and Opal, she presumes Gregor is ready. But if he has any last thoughts, he should think them now.]
[jan i have been so serious the last several tags so i have to level with you here. the last thought he's gonna have as they speed toward that flame and head through it is almost definitely something like this better work, burning's not one of my favorite ways to go--]
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right. right, the ship. rodya, his comrade, drinking with him and pouting when he wouldn't hang out with her, but just as serious as he's ever seen her when she needs to be; even if anything too deep stays obscured with frosted glass, he's always the most comfortable in rodya's company. margaret-- he knows that dog isn't a fucking dog, margaret! it's basically an abnormality! but he's comfortable talking to her, still. she seems like she gets it in a way some others here just won't. and arthur... he's never pointed out that he doesn't correct gregor anymore when he calls him something besides his name, but he's been quietly pleased with it anyway, each time. sure, the man can be frustrating sometimes, and getting anything out of him can feel like trying to unjam a door someone's holding shut, but... he's still fond of him anyway. it's.
well, he doesn't have a name for it. he doesn't ever really think too hard about it. it feels like the urge to reach out and take someone's hand.
i've grown fond of humor. being consumed by the nightmare for so long must've made me crave liveliness.
he won't find anything like that here. he never wanted to live in the nightmare, to begin with-- he never asked for this.
--he's gotta get back.]
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And thus, Yuri speeds through the fire. Unlike what's going on with Arthur and Opal, she presumes Gregor is ready. But if he has any last thoughts, he should think them now.]
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And then—]