[He's seen more than his fair share of stuff that isn't real, thanks- but this? Actual words forming over the edges of everything in his field of vision, actually consuming everything he's not focused on and running over those objects as if they're carried by water?
...Nope.
He's doing his very best to ignore it. Because after all, all this is, is something imagined, right? Something that he needs to ignore, keep quiet about, and keep concealed. Especially since he's presently on guard duty, and the person stationed at the edge of the barracks with him won't shut the hell up about a lot of things, and the last thing he wants to do is give him a cause to go off again.
So ignore it he does. ...For... a long time, actually. Except it keeps repeating. Over and over, and the name amongst all of it seems to be showing up more often and...
He's imagining it. He has to be.
By the end of the day, When his shift is covered and when he's in an uncomfortable little single bunk back at the dorm, the words are behind his damn eyelids when he closes his eyes- or rather, a single word.
Aerith. It's driving him crazy. Crazy enough to open them, to take a small stub of a pencil from his roommates table, and curl back up on his bunk. This... it's stupid. He stares at the wall a while before he does it, but he starts to scribble over the letters. <
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...Nope.
He's doing his very best to ignore it. Because after all, all this is, is something imagined, right? Something that he needs to ignore, keep quiet about, and keep concealed. Especially since he's presently on guard duty, and the person stationed at the edge of the barracks with him won't shut the hell up about a lot of things, and the last thing he wants to do is give him a cause to go off again.
So ignore it he does.
...For... a long time, actually.
Except it keeps repeating. Over and over, and the name amongst all of it seems to be showing up more often and...
He's imagining it. He has to be.
By the end of the day, When his shift is covered and when he's in an uncomfortable little single bunk back at the dorm, the words are behind his damn eyelids when he closes his eyes- or rather, a single word.
Aerith.
It's driving him crazy. Crazy enough to open them, to take a small stub of a pencil from his roommates table, and curl back up on his bunk. This... it's stupid. He stares at the wall a while before he does it, but he starts to scribble over the letters. <
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