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[versusnurture]

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[She wakes up screaming at what is, relatively speaking, three in the morning. It's a nightmare, the first really bad one since she died. She tries to remember what it was, what exactly, but it's all a blur; she remembers screaming in the dream, too; she remembers a lure; she remembers blood, lots of blood; she remembers a song. Ein Männlein steht im Walde . . . She remembers not being able to breathe. She remembers her mouth was full.]

[The first few nights, she calls people. She asks for help. After that, she wanders the halls, unable to get back to sleep, unwilling to lie in the dark any longer. Her hair is tied back, a scarf tucked around her shoulders, but her scar still stands out against the pale clamminess of her neck.]

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[Night one, she calls Ben. She is crying, her voice muffled (she is using the bear as a pillow, as something with which to dry her tears).]

I'm not hurt. [She has to clarify this first, so he doesn't fear for her, so he doesn't hurt for her. This is how she protects him.] But I need you. Please. If - it's not too late.

audio } blight

[It's instinct to contact him. Maybe it's bad instinct. But it's what she reaches for the second night, once she's calmed herself down enough that she's no longer hyperventilating. Once she feels mostly human again.]

[It's midnight. She sounds as chipper as if it was noon.]

What do you know about brain chemistry?

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who has nightmares

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[gard]

Everyone.

Some worse than others.

[versusnurture]

that's the most sideways snakey answer to my question you could have given.

what are yours.

[private]

[orderfromchaos]

I do.

[private]

[versusnurture]

I'm not surprised.

Tell me about them?

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[warisart]

[Ben doesn't normally need much sleep; he's been taking more recently, unsurprisingly, and it's even deeper than he's known for a long time as his body reacclimates.

So he is groggier than is customary for him when he answers, but he is awake the moment he hears the tone of her voice, and what she says first. His reply is immediate.]

It is not too late. Where?

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[versusnurture]

My room.

[She has a flicker of doubt. Maybe this is selfish. Maybe she should tell him she's fine after all, that it doesn't matter enough that it can't wait until morning.]

[But she feels like the bottom has fallen out and there is singing in her head and dead girls, so she swallows down a sob and cuts the feed to wait for him.]

[text]

[sickjoke]

Not so much anymore, but -- sometimes.

Guess it's silly to ask if you're okay.

[versusnurture]

Nobody here is okay.

Tell me about your nightmares.

[halftheman]

Not as many as you'd think. But some. Enough.

[versusnurture]

of being whole?

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[walkingmeltdown]

[He's been in better moods, but he's been in worse ones too. Doesn't know her well enough to try and read past the cheerful tone, but between the hour and the action of direct contact - it gives him pause, at least.]

I'm hardly an expert. Why ever do you ask?

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[versusnurture]

I'm just wondering.

[Again, as if they're just picking up a conversation they had started before; as if she's had another thought on the matter and thought to bring it to his attention.]

Because you know a lot about a lot of things - that isn't flattery, it sounds like it is, but I do mean it - and your company probably deals with all kinds of things in the course of doing business. So I was wondering. What makes brains do what they do.

What makes people crazy. What comes up on a psychopath's brain scan.

All that.

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[enchangement]

They've become woven into the fabric.

Herself and one other.

[versusnurture]

which other?

[spam]

[semifreakingnormal]

[He doesn't really have insomnia. No bad dreams, not really. It's just that when he woke up, he couldn't get back to sleep. And it's kind of good to know that he can get out of bed and take a walk and do it, like, consciously. And now wake up in his boxers somewhere.

Okay, mostly he just wishes he could get back to sleep.

He's in the middle of a yawn when he spots her. Well - he smells her a few seconds before he spots her. But he doesn't really like to talk about that.]

Hey.

[He gives a sleepy wave.] Can't sleep either?

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[versusnurture]

[Oh. She never knows what to make of him. He's sweet, so sweet she almost believes him, and then catches herself believing him and reprimands herself for a fool. He's not a real kind of person. There's got to be a catch.]

[She looks down at her hands, pale and trembling a little.]

No. Not really.

I didn't think you had trouble sleeping. [He seems so normal. Except for the werewolf thing.]

[Private]

[deadly_ned]

Yes.

They're getting worse. More frequent and I wake up terrified and I don't know why.

Sorry. I know that doesn't help much.

[Private]

[versusnurture]

Knowing I'm not alone always helps. Because otherwise I just assume.

What do you dream? I dream about the other girls. I dream about dying.

[ichoosefight]

Every night. Warm drinks help.

[versusnurture]

Before or after?

[darknessb4me]

Everyone. Even if you haven't seen anything real, your mind will make something up.

[versusnurture]

Even if you're not afraid of anything?

[She feels as though Arthas must not be afraid of anything.]

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[fireincarnate]

I don't, but only because I don't sleep.

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[versusnurture]

You don't sleep?

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[bodilesswarrior]

How often do you have them?

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[versusnurture]

I wasn't inviting follow-up questions.

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[secretasshole]

[David is usually around at unusual hours. He doesn't sleep, so he usually finds himself in the infirmary working what would probably be called a graveyard shift, or playing a game of HORSE by himself in the gym, or reading in the library or otherwise just wandering about, enjoying the relative quiet and solitude provided by most of the other passenger's sleep cycles. It reminds him of his time on Prometheus before the crew had been awakened, and he enjoys the time alone.

That being said, when he spots Abigail wandering the halls at a time when no sane human is awake (and people would probably agree with him that the nocturnal vigilantes on board aren't entirely sane), liking his alone time obviously isn't enough to make him just walk right on by.]

Abigail.

[It's a question, and as close to concerned as he's going to get. Why are you awake?]

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[versusnurture]

[She starts when she hears him. She hadn't realized he was here - should have heard him. Giving him a wan smile, she shakes her head. Yes, it's her. No, she's not all here.]

Hi. Sorry. Disturbing the quiet.

[She imagines the break from the noise and bustle is precious.]

[impure_tale]

Everyone, I'd imagine.

[versusnurture]

Apparently not, from what I've heard.

Everyone human, maybe.

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[andyougoleft]

You, I'd guess.

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[versusnurture]

Obviously.