009 | Video

[second_first]

[Rei is sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around her legs. The room is dimly lit except for light coming through a thin crack in her curtains. Her face is turned away from the camera as she looks out through the space in the curtains. The bandages she had been sporting as she moved through people's dreams are absent in reality, though there is mottled bruising on her forearms.]

So that is dreaming.

[She's silent and unmoving for several long moments.]

A waste of time.

[She goes back to staring out the window. The feed times out.]

Comments

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No. [Though she remembers the sudden darkness in Terminal Dogma and wonders vaguely about it.]

Something grabbed you?

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Nasty-bad-dark-thing!

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You're okay?

[ocdwebbing.livejournal.com]

Petalwing good, Petalwing strong!

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Good.

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Nice line-face-big-thing.

[second-first.livejournal.com]

....Nice?

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Uh-huh, Petalwing know, Petalwing say so!

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Petalwing....

[She says this like she's committing it to memory. Then nods.]

Okay.

[ocdwebbing.livejournal.com]

[Petalwing smiles]

[second-first.livejournal.com]

...You are tiny.

[ocdwebbing.livejournal.com]

We-things small!

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Yes.

[ocdwebbing.livejournal.com]

Yes, small me!

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What do you do?

[ocdwebbing.livejournal.com]

We preserve.

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How?

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Put it wrap-stuff.

[second-first.livejournal.com]

What is that?

[ocdwebbing.livejournal.com]

[She creates some webbing]

Is wrapstuff!

[second-first.livejournal.com]

It preserves?

[ocdwebbing.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh, all good, long long time, all good!

[second-first.livejournal.com]

....Good.

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[Flies away singing]