"Of course you'd be my nightmare," he said with a knowing sigh, pushing himself off the marble floor with a huff. He was suddenly not nearly as intoxicated as he'd like to be for this situation and that became very clear when Zirconia began speaking. In fact, he was beginning to feel like he was completely sober.
Sober enough, be was noticing things.
There was something different about Zirconia this time around. Other than the obvious drastic change in her weight, something he'd completely missed as intoxicated as he was in the real world, Pascal did not notice the more important things like the fact the brand was gone. Not until she made a gesture toward where the mark had currently haunted her.
He was taken aback by it, curious about the shame that was no longer burned into her skin. She was free, and here he was stuck in this nightmare.
Literally.
He felt his hand press into his face, his fingers trying to claw his face away as he pulled his hand down.
"I could use a drink. I don't think my ears work right."
Carneli
