towerofanimus | Familiar Faces

Characters: Hei and YOU
Setting: Hallways
Format: Prose
Summary: Hei is now hallucinating. Careful the Reaper doesn't get ya.
Warnings: Hei might attack you, or he might be weird because of nicer memories maybe?

[He was getting worse now. Being up and about was now extremely dangerous. His ability to perceive danger was easily crushed, and now it was all around him. He couldn't trust anything he saw, seeing creatures that weren't even there, yet felt as if they were. Some even exploited this, but fell just the same. At least his abilities were functioning well enough. All that remained was trying to get from one place to the next.

So distrustful, he had to abandon the deer he killed, and there was blood on the sword-breaker knife of his. How long was he going to be able to keep this up though? He had to stop, double-take and make sure what he didn't see was a lie. Resting sounded good, but the sooner he got to bed, the better in his opinion.

Sadly...things didn't always go to plan.]

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He definitely heard the words at least, but in a voice different from Homura's. When he turned around, his eyes widened. It was a young girl still, leaving him to drop the swordbreaker knife. Problem was, he never even expected to see the girl again on account of, well, her being dead and all.

"Suou!?"

Suou?

She wonders for a moment who he thinks he is seeing. Not her, surely. Even so, she does look over her shoulder to confirm no one is behind her. Then returns her gaze to Hei. At least he isn't armed. Even if he was, she considers herself ready to protect herself.

"No. Homura. Akemi Homura." Though she wonders if that's worth saying. "I'll repeat myself. You need to be resting."

The words were barely heard. After so many mistakes early on, the image had faded away. He had wanted to ask how she was alive, but in her place, Homura was. He shook his head, taking off his mask for the much needed air and rubbing his temples.

"...You weren't her then," he spoke. At least she wasn't like the others, visions twisting into a foe.

"Mm. I wasn't." She agreed. From the way he acted, she imagined the person he had mistaken her was never going to be in front of him again. But Homura didn't say it. "If you are seeing things, please return to your room and wait it out there."

"That's where I was going in the first place." Not that he could go anywhere else. "Seeing faces I know of do not help."

Nii, Joker, monsters, there was no end! Thankfully, Homura had not seen him in a killing mood. Then again, her abilities might have been able to pacify him.

"I see. Good luck, then." Homura turned around. She had intended to leave, but had some worries. Leaving someone who was delusional to do as they pleased would be troublesome. So she sighed, peering over her shoulder with minimal effort. "Is it a problem that occurs if you are not passing by others?" She asked,

"The opposite. The more people I meet, the more it will happen." Just ask the people he did run into and nearly stabbed.

"Are these delusions a nuisance to the others in this tower?" She asked bluntly.

"If I attack them, yes, or if they are delirious as well."

Aside from the faces he did not want to see.

She sighs in annoyance.

"Very well." Then offers him her hand, "Take my hand. We will be quick."

Times like this, he was beginning to feel less like the adult. Nonetheless, he does so, taking her hand.

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