[ It's not unusual for nightmares to plague Felix's sleep. Some nights, he gets a reprieve and he dreams about mundane things: like fighting in the Great War, hunting some mark with Leon and Locus, spending a day with Locus doing such ridiculously cheesy things that he always knows he's dreaming when he's doing it, reliving old jobs. But more often than not, it's something unpleasant. It's Locus leaving him for Wash, Locus killing him for Wash, Locus turning his back on him while he's surrounded by sims. And it's that goddamn grenade going off and blasting him right over the edge of the temple. Sometimes it's practically a repeat of a memory. Sometimes it's a horrific caricature of what happened.
Tonight, it's a mixture of the two. He's back at the top of the temple, surrounded by sims. Only this time, it's not just Locus standing there. It's Wash too. At Locus' side, calling him partner, offering a steadying hand after Locus tells Felix he's leaving him to his fate for them.
Begging doesn't help. Shouting goes unheard. And then Tucker's throwing the grenade and the explosion's so loud it's deafening and the brightness blinds him momentarily. His helmet's HUD fills with warnings and alarms. And Felix is plummeting to the ground, flipping over and over in the air, helpless as the ground races quickly to meet him. His screams ring in his ears and though he knows it's useless, his arms flail for purchase.
He's screaming in the real world too, still asleep and twisting violently beneath the sheets. It's only dumb luck that prevents a flailing arm from crashing into Locus' abdomen. Leon jerks awake, growling, though he remains where he is at Locus' side. ]
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[ It's not unusual for nightmares to plague Felix's sleep. Some nights, he gets a reprieve and he dreams about mundane things: like fighting in the Great War, hunting some mark with Leon and Locus, spending a day with Locus doing such ridiculously cheesy things that he always knows he's dreaming when he's doing it, reliving old jobs. But more often than not, it's something unpleasant. It's Locus leaving him for Wash, Locus killing him for Wash, Locus turning his back on him while he's surrounded by sims. And it's that goddamn grenade going off and blasting him right over the edge of the temple. Sometimes it's practically a repeat of a memory. Sometimes it's a horrific caricature of what happened.
Tonight, it's a mixture of the two. He's back at the top of the temple, surrounded by sims. Only this time, it's not just Locus standing there. It's Wash too. At Locus' side, calling him partner, offering a steadying hand after Locus tells Felix he's leaving him to his fate for them.
Begging doesn't help. Shouting goes unheard. And then Tucker's throwing the grenade and the explosion's so loud it's deafening and the brightness blinds him momentarily. His helmet's HUD fills with warnings and alarms. And Felix is plummeting to the ground, flipping over and over in the air, helpless as the ground races quickly to meet him. His screams ring in his ears and though he knows it's useless, his arms flail for purchase.
He's screaming in the real world too, still asleep and twisting violently beneath the sheets. It's only dumb luck that prevents a flailing arm from crashing into Locus' abdomen. Leon jerks awake, growling, though he remains where he is at Locus' side. ]