( Tseng allowed himself to mentally celebrate the prospect of a good long rest. He was anticipating at least four to six hours of sleep. His body feels heavy, and his mind began to fog with the memories of the last day or so. The unpleasant nether phenomena creep upon him like dread for what might come when he does sleep. Would his dreams depict further horrors within the abyss of his guilt? Would there be a face to his fears within the darkness, or would it continue to manifest as the dark reaper with endless appendages reaching for him with sharp accusations?
The dread weighs on his shoulders, Tseng is even more exhausted than when he first sat on the bed. He feels Rufus move beside him, and he takes the invitation without hesitation. Horrors may welcome him when he finally slips into the void or nothingness. Either way, Tseng prepares for the journey by settling into the bed next to Rufus. It isn't long before he falls asleep. )
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The dread weighs on his shoulders, Tseng is even more exhausted than when he first sat on the bed. He feels Rufus move beside him, and he takes the invitation without hesitation. Horrors may welcome him when he finally slips into the void or nothingness. Either way, Tseng prepares for the journey by settling into the bed next to Rufus. It isn't long before he falls asleep. )