Opening my eyes, I tried to quickly suppress the emotions caused by this fucked-up dream and also to regulate my breathing.
I stood up, wanting nothing more than a smoke, but I wouldn't want to burn down everything, so I had to hold it in.
"Where are you going?" The commander asked quietly, sitting with Mr. Aslan, who mirrored him at the entrance of the cave, the conjured hammer still in his hands.
So stuff remains in the present even if I sleep.
Did I know that? I don't know; now I know...well, it was also obvious because I was still wearing my bloody clothes.
"Toilet." I lied, just wanting to be alone for a moment.
"Come back quickly, or I'll come look for you."
"Yeah, yeah." I walked past him.
This was the first time I saw the night sky in the crystalline world. It was darker than during the day, but it was by no means really dark, even without superior sight.
