Against the brain's better judgment...

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and anyone (except for one where it's closed to Lucifel and maybe his roommates too)
Setting: Outside room 1-12(closed to Lucifel and maybe his roommates), Floor 2, various
Format: I'm starting in prose but I'll match!
Summary: Enoch has something to give his guardian, and then it's time for his collar checkup. And he'd been promised to have memories returned to him re: his little hiatus trip.
Warnings: Repressed memories are repressed for a reason. Maybe mentions of death, trauma, mention of suicide attempt

Dorm Floor 1

Enoch had returned here after a visit to the mail room, where he'd found two boxes of chocolate, one of them for Lucifel. Tohko sure did take easily to people...he supposed he should be glad for that much, the last thing he wanted was tension between his friends. He stopped outside the room with Lucifel's name on its plate and knocked on the door, hoping Lucifel had slept late too. He'd been either nearly missing or completely missing breakfast, himself, ever since going to Meridian...

...oh, that reminded him, he'd have to go to the infirmary for his collar checkup after this.


Infirmary

The drones had to push him out of the room. Enoch wandered back out into the waiting room, his arms folded tightly. He shook as he picked through the now perfectly clear memories. Of waking beside a corpse. Of wandering under a vileness-red sky, and burying Asato, burying Sissel, burying Ashraf and Michael, and his collapse thereafter, his empty plea to the second level, burying Armaros in the sea(and trying and failing to join him), and the moment it really dawned on him - he was utterly alone. Isolated.

He made his shaky way back to the stairs, nearly running into things and people on his way there. He didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't stand still.

Anywhere else

The tower was much larger now, but Enoch was making his aimless way up the stairs anyway. Not even his usual resting floors, the eleventh and twenty fifth, were stops. He kept his head down, his face tear-stained.

He had forgotten them for a reason. It was intensely painful, recalling those moments of discovering corpses that should not be, interring an immortal's corpse in the sea. They, especially Armaros, they were never meant to leave him, Meridian was supposed to be safe, he had been trying to keep it so. And that soul-rending pain of being utterly isolated, having no one, mortal or otherwise...

...But he had wanted to remember for a reason, hadn't he? He paused where he was on the stairs to the eighteenth floor and looked out at the tables as if he'd never seen them before. So what was important about it that he'd forgotten?

He continued to climb and reflect. And, naturally, not watch where he was going.

Comments

[godheals]

At that, Raphael nodded but said nothing until Enoch sighed. While he had no idea just how tired Enoch was, it looked like his friend was going to fall asleep in the library.

"..You should get some rest, Enoch."

[warriorscribe]

His dreams probably won't be friendly ones. But then, in this place, they rarely were. Sleep often took multiple attempts.

"If I do, I'll wake at dark."

...As if he wasn't going to fall asleep here otherwise.

[godheals]

Not that Raphael really new. He didn't dream when he slept, and, since the concept of sleep was so new to him, dreams were even more unfamiliar.

"..And if you do not, you shall pass out later in the afternoon."

[warriorscribe]

"At least then I may sleep through to dawn..."

It isn't unfeasible to him. He's been sleeping longer when he does get to sleep. He isn't sure why, but like many things in this place, he is unable to change it.

[godheals]

While Raphael was unfamiliar with extra sleep being one of the many signs of depression, he was aware that humans usually followed similar sleeping patterns from observing them during Enoch's journey.

Sleeping that long..didn't quite sound normal.

"..Is sleeping that long normal? Or healthy?"

Just an innocent question.

[warriorscribe]

"I don't know." The only times he's slept longer than normal before this was when he hadn't had enough sleep prior to it...

[godheals]

"I see..if it is not normal, Enoch..then I believe your emotional strain might be causing you to feel tired physically as well."

[warriorscribe]

"Is that possible?" Enoch looked up at Raphael, picking his head up off the table slowly. "To...that extent."

He knows going through trauma is tiring immediately as if it had been physical exertion. But to affect the length of time he spent simply asleep...?

[godheals]

"It is possible. If you feel physically tired due to your emotions, you might sleep to help clear them up. However, a little sleep may not be enough after awhile. Your body may get used to the amount of sleep you are giving it and, in order to stop feeling tired due to your emotions, needs more.

I may be wrong..but this might be the case."

[warriorscribe]

Enoch picked through that logic, to no avail. Sure, this was coming from a being who never needed to sleep, but...

"I suppose..." He sighed and straightened up again. "...I suppose sleeping so much isn't so bad here..."

After all, they didn't need to work for food and the more time spent asleep was time not dealing with the horrors of the tower.

[godheals]

Raphael stood up with his friend. Sadly, since sleep was something new to him, his knowledge about it was a bit new.

"..Sleeping for too long may not be a good idea..but sleeping now may be a good idea. When you are exhausted, you should rest."

[warriorscribe]

Enoch gave Raphael an uncertain sort of look. But, well...if that's what he said was best.

...If he wings up wandering at night, know it was your suggestion.

[godheals]

Just as long as Enoch doesn't get killed, Raphael wouldn't mind. And as long as he took better care of himself in the future.

Raphael, not sure what do about that look, just looked normally at it.