[Can't believe Luke has a meltdown remembering what he did to Charles specifically
I JOKE BUT LIKE ACTUALLY THOUGH. Their names ring in his head, and slowly, others start to trickle in. He remembers Yuri, and Rosamund, and Throné--maybe not everything, but certainly the devastating impact his deterioration had on them. He remembers Isabel and Margaret, staying relatively calm despite it all. And he remembers desperately grabbing for medicine he didn't have, a useless warning ringing in his ears as pain overtook him.
He made so many promises. He always makes so many promises.
He doesn't want to wake up. But how could he possibly hide away in peace, knowing how he'd failed them?
They're not here, Dahyuk says--but they are. And shouldn't he go, before he fails them too?]
He doesn't feel like he needs to say anything else, though, tethered to Luke as he is now, feeling what he feels and knowing that he's on the verge of his return. Dahyuk just keeps his hands on his shoulders, as if that can help in any significant way.
Meanwhile, the Dahut that's in Hell sitting with Luke's shadowy figure reaches out for his hand, waiting for Luke to choose to step away from the softness of even a soured dream and back into the bitter truth of reality.]
[If Luke thinks he should go, then (now that he's been freed from the net) he can step past Dahyuk, past the dropped takeout bags, and head outside his apartment door. Back to the real world.
The real world being Hell, where as you can see I screencapped a better vibe reference image. The exact surroundings will be a place familiar to Luke, whether from back home or in the Eudora. But they shouldn't linger in this area for too long, as they're needed elsewhere.]
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I JOKE BUT LIKE ACTUALLY THOUGH. Their names ring in his head, and slowly, others start to trickle in. He remembers Yuri, and Rosamund, and Throné--maybe not everything, but certainly the devastating impact his deterioration had on them. He remembers Isabel and Margaret, staying relatively calm despite it all. And he remembers desperately grabbing for medicine he didn't have, a useless warning ringing in his ears as pain overtook him.
He made so many promises. He always makes so many promises.
He doesn't want to wake up. But how could he possibly hide away in peace, knowing how he'd failed them?
They're not here, Dahyuk says--but they are. And shouldn't he go, before he fails them too?]
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He doesn't feel like he needs to say anything else, though, tethered to Luke as he is now, feeling what he feels and knowing that he's on the verge of his return. Dahyuk just keeps his hands on his shoulders, as if that can help in any significant way.
Meanwhile, the Dahut that's in Hell sitting with Luke's shadowy figure reaches out for his hand, waiting for Luke to choose to step away from the softness of even a soured dream and back into the bitter truth of reality.]
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The real world being Hell, where as you can see I screencapped a better vibe reference image. The exact surroundings will be a place familiar to Luke, whether from back home or in the Eudora. But they shouldn't linger in this area for too long, as they're needed elsewhere.]