[He's terrified. In this very moment he can hear so much - Thoma's voice, his footsteps, his panic, his heartbeat. It's overwhelming. Meanwhile, Aether grows increasingly aware that his own heart does not beat in his chest, that his hands quickly loose any warmth, that there's some sort of hunger gnawing at him.]
No... Don't!
[Without thinking he pushes himself up to grab onto Thoma, smearing blood over his clothing. When he realizes that, Aether withdraws his hand and backs himself up against the closest wall.]
I-I... Please, don't call for help. They can't help me...
[It's a nightmare, isn't it? He'll wake up soon, right?]
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No... Don't!
[Without thinking he pushes himself up to grab onto Thoma, smearing blood over his clothing. When he realizes that, Aether withdraws his hand and backs himself up against the closest wall.]
I-I... Please, don't call for help. They can't help me...
[It's a nightmare, isn't it? He'll wake up soon, right?]