[What is this.. The third time? The fourth? At first it was the sense of deja vu, the feeling he's seen this movie, but couldn't quite remember when or where. Now he knows that he's heard these screams and felt this pain before, tasted the smoke and ash and blood in his mouth. It's all the same, until this time, the man speaks to him. Utters his name. But the voice is... different. The burning pain ebbs away, along with almost every other sensation. He's the ghost again, barely extant, a silhouette amongst the flames mirroring the man before him.
He nods slowly, stepping forward. He is not afraid. There's no need to be. This is not his nightmare.]
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Date: 2023-03-05 02:37 am (UTC)He nods slowly, stepping forward. He is not afraid. There's no need to be. This is not his nightmare.]
I-- I can.