[ Nightmares are nothing new to Rogue — in a way, they're oddly comforting, something familiar in a vast sea of strangeness. The fact that she's pulled others into her dreams on more than one occasion is, of course, regrettable, but at least she's not the only one. All of the new arrivals seem to struggle with their shielding, especially those who have likely never had any training in it. Even with her own extensive training, her daytime thoughts might remain her own, but at night...
It's hard to say whose dream it is, at first. Which of them pulled the other in. She's only half-aware that it's a dream, the odd realization slipping in before being muffled by all those terrible emotions. The desperation, the helplessness, a fear that claws at the soul — not for yourself, but for someone else.
The room is too small. Her prison was too large, a round empty room with a cell at the bottom and a torture chamber at the center. But this— It's not someone keeping them here, but something. Something less terrifying than a giant robot, but just as deadly. ]
We can't stay here.
[ Maybe she's talking to herself, but then why is it we, and why is she so afraid... ]
{ night }
It's hard to say whose dream it is, at first. Which of them pulled the other in. She's only half-aware that it's a dream, the odd realization slipping in before being muffled by all those terrible emotions. The desperation, the helplessness, a fear that claws at the soul — not for yourself, but for someone else.
The room is too small. Her prison was too large, a round empty room with a cell at the bottom and a torture chamber at the center. But this— It's not someone keeping them here, but something. Something less terrifying than a giant robot, but just as deadly. ]
We can't stay here.
[ Maybe she's talking to herself, but then why is it we, and why is she so afraid... ]