Dante's exhausted before he even begins to dream, the natural consequences of so many nights with poor sleep and the added encounters of the fog. (Really, he should just start staying in at night and making it a point to not leave after sunset, but what boy his age would agree to that?) He's prepared for a nightmare, but he isn't expecting to find himself in the Spinnato mansion once again, fighting the nursemaid that had threatened them all after three weeks of hell. At first he freezes, worried that he'll have to watch Ryoji die again, but his hand flashes out and his Keyblade is there, there in a way it never was when everything had first happened or in any of his nightmares beyond that. It's there, and he's armed, and he can fight--and that makes all the difference.
Fighting the wraith isn't easy, but it's easier in his dreams than it was in unreality. Dante ducks and weaves and before long she's gone, though it isn't without her poisoned nails managing to scratch him first. He grunts in pain as the scratches burn against his cheek--and that's when the floor drops out from beneath him, almost the same as how it did once before.
But this time, the fall is short, and it's not a forest that he finds himself in when he lands: the entire place, as far as the eye can see, is gray gray gray, with strange ever-changing patterns on the walls and ambient light that both does and doesn't come from the center of those patterns. It's a place he's only seen but once before, and Dante's heart seems to stop in his throat as he catches sight of the figures before him--of Xemnas, ready to swing his beamsaber sword and separate head from shoulders.]
No!
[He's moving before he can even think. He's going to throw himself in between Xemnas and his target again. He can't let the man hurt anybody.]
grell; before it all went wrong
Dante's exhausted before he even begins to dream, the natural consequences of so many nights with poor sleep and the added encounters of the fog. (Really, he should just start staying in at night and making it a point to not leave after sunset, but what boy his age would agree to that?) He's prepared for a nightmare, but he isn't expecting to find himself in the Spinnato mansion once again, fighting the nursemaid that had threatened them all after three weeks of hell. At first he freezes, worried that he'll have to watch Ryoji die again, but his hand flashes out and his Keyblade is there, there in a way it never was when everything had first happened or in any of his nightmares beyond that. It's there, and he's armed, and he can fight--and that makes all the difference.
Fighting the wraith isn't easy, but it's easier in his dreams than it was in unreality. Dante ducks and weaves and before long she's gone, though it isn't without her poisoned nails managing to scratch him first. He grunts in pain as the scratches burn against his cheek--and that's when the floor drops out from beneath him, almost the same as how it did once before.
But this time, the fall is short, and it's not a forest that he finds himself in when he lands: the entire place, as far as the eye can see, is gray gray gray, with strange ever-changing patterns on the walls and ambient light that both does and doesn't come from the center of those patterns. It's a place he's only seen but once before, and Dante's heart seems to stop in his throat as he catches sight of the figures before him--of Xemnas, ready to swing his beamsaber sword and separate head from shoulders.]
No!
[He's moving before he can even think. He's going to throw himself in between Xemnas and his target again. He can't let the man hurt anybody.]