As the dream fades around them, Antarcticite's swift stride slows. They pause several paces away from Klaus to glance about themselves; all of Aifaran's strange autumnal decor swims back into focus... as do the faces of several passers-by who look towards Klaus warily before continuing on down the road.
Antarcticite finds they cannot blame the witnesses for wanting to flee. That bloody tableau has been burned into their eyes, and the stink of blood makes their inclusions recoil within their structure--
"Apologies. It seems I've also fallen prey to the Dreaming Sickness."
They startle back to the present moment and turn their wide eyes back to Klaus; whatever vestiges of animal-like fear their inclusions may be experiencing, Antarcticite smothers the anxiety it inspires in them and takes another step nearer to the large man in front of them. "It's affected all of us, in some way," they admit, gaze gone momentarily distant, before refocusing. "Are you all right?" they ask instead, earnest and a bit awkward in their inquiries. "That was... a vivid dream."
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Antarcticite finds they cannot blame the witnesses for wanting to flee. That bloody tableau has been burned into their eyes, and the stink of blood makes their inclusions recoil within their structure--
"Apologies. It seems I've also fallen prey to the Dreaming Sickness."
They startle back to the present moment and turn their wide eyes back to Klaus; whatever vestiges of animal-like fear their inclusions may be experiencing, Antarcticite smothers the anxiety it inspires in them and takes another step nearer to the large man in front of them. "It's affected all of us, in some way," they admit, gaze gone momentarily distant, before refocusing. "Are you all right?" they ask instead, earnest and a bit awkward in their inquiries. "That was... a vivid dream."