[ It takes a while for them to react, unlike their usual quick movements in the waking world. People sitting beside them, the world moving around them while they stay still, untouched by time; it feels natural.
(It feels lonely.)
Eventually, they shake their head slowly, lifting it as they come out of their apparent deep sleep, turning it to look at their friend. ]
Otus?
[ The voice - the voice is strange. It sounds too much like the voices of those people strewn among the ruins; the Knight has never had a voice, so how would they know what theirs might be like? They mimic the sounds of others, to create something else.
But it's still speech. It's still something they're incapable of, in the waking world. They tilt their head in obvious curiosity.
They're not quite sure what he's doing here, but they seem to be happy he is. ]
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(It feels lonely.)
Eventually, they shake their head slowly, lifting it as they come out of their apparent deep sleep, turning it to look at their friend. ]
Otus?
[ The voice - the voice is strange. It sounds too much like the voices of those people strewn among the ruins; the Knight has never had a voice, so how would they know what theirs might be like? They mimic the sounds of others, to create something else.
But it's still speech. It's still something they're incapable of, in the waking world. They tilt their head in obvious curiosity.
They're not quite sure what he's doing here, but they seem to be happy he is. ]