Get back to work. Wake up from fucking stasis. Get rid of the panther. Find a way to Manhattan, or this man's spaciotemporal-shifted equivalent.
"Find a way out," he says pointedly, jerking a hand in a quick, angular gesture that's meant to encompass the entire forest but could just as easily be misinterpreted as that tree over there in particular. He is tired of his breathing being erratic. Which it is not now and has not ever been.
The lie does nothing to help. Any moment he's expecting something of his usual nightmares to be shoved along into this mix of trees and adrenaline and terror, perhaps a wave of water or a small tight space (like a coffin, his brain provides unhelpfully), or even the fucking - no, he's not thinking about fucking them. It would be just the sort of thing to enter the simulation at this point, when he gets fucking relaxed enough or at ease enough or used enough to the constant heart-pounding and it just has to throw him a new wrench to fuck things up further.
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"Find a way out," he says pointedly, jerking a hand in a quick, angular gesture that's meant to encompass the entire forest but could just as easily be misinterpreted as that tree over there in particular. He is tired of his breathing being erratic. Which it is not now and has not ever been.
The lie does nothing to help. Any moment he's expecting something of his usual nightmares to be shoved along into this mix of trees and adrenaline and terror, perhaps a wave of water or a small tight space (like a coffin, his brain provides unhelpfully), or even the fucking - no, he's not thinking about fucking them. It would be just the sort of thing to enter the simulation at this point, when he gets fucking relaxed enough or at ease enough or used enough to the constant heart-pounding and it just has to throw him a new wrench to fuck things up further.