[ It's peaceful, he thinks, at last. A dream that isn't plagued by nightmarish memories, where he can just be —
— but not for long. A monster rises, and for a moment he thinks that's him, the other him, fully turned into a mirror of the horrific things he did. Dom is ready to run when it's gone, and then a hand weighs on his shoulder, making him jump, turn around and find not even the hint of a ghost. Night is nearly upon him, no longer safe, no longer calming, just another prison within his own psyche.
Then a voice, closing in like moving walls, making the boy into a remorseful coward, inching his shoulders up like shrinking down will save him from what he's had coming all along. He doesn't turn when she speaks his name; he clutches his own head, eyes shut tight, willing himself to wake up. You can't simply choose to leave a prison, though. You have to withstand, to wait until your time is up. ]
No, I'm sorry — I never wanted to use magic that way. Please, I'm sorry.
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— but not for long. A monster rises, and for a moment he thinks that's him, the other him, fully turned into a mirror of the horrific things he did. Dom is ready to run when it's gone, and then a hand weighs on his shoulder, making him jump, turn around and find not even the hint of a ghost. Night is nearly upon him, no longer safe, no longer calming, just another prison within his own psyche.
Then a voice, closing in like moving walls, making the boy into a remorseful coward, inching his shoulders up like shrinking down will save him from what he's had coming all along. He doesn't turn when she speaks his name; he clutches his own head, eyes shut tight, willing himself to wake up. You can't simply choose to leave a prison, though. You have to withstand, to wait until your time is up. ]
No, I'm sorry — I never wanted to use magic that way. Please, I'm sorry.