[ there's a series of emotion stewing behind shinji's eyes currently -- confusion; apprehension; disorientation. he'd thought he was asleep and in a lot of ways, it still feels like it. but his dreams usually weren't set up like this, and they certainly weren't so lucid feeling. somehow, the byakuya standing in front of him feels genuine, though. not how he usually appeared in shinji's dreams. ]
Dad... ? What's going on?
[ he surveys the room. man, it's creepy. the atmosphere feels thick enough to choke on; heavy enough to crush him. ]
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Dad... ?
What's going on?
[ he surveys the room. man, it's creepy.
the atmosphere feels thick enough to choke on; heavy enough to crush him. ]