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Gabe jumps awake with a start, haunted by the memory of that claw ripping down his face as he’s forced to stand there and take it. Shuddering from this vivid recollection, Gabe lies back down on his cot as he forcefully pulls his blankets closer. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Not now…” he grumbles as the soft rays of morning light seep through the cracks in the warehouse. That witch will be here soon. Gabe reluctantly rolls over the other way to get out when he’s met with Suce’s sleeping form on the cot parallel to him. Ah, right. I forgot she was here. She sleeps like a rock anyways. Barely makes any noise. Gabe softly sighs before lying his head back down. Hannibel can wait for all I care. I…I want to savor this. His eyes sweep over Suce’s unusually stoic sleeping face. She’s always so stubborn, even in her sleep. It’s not like she can’t even relax for once, always on the hunt. …I don’t want things to be like this. For her. For me. For…us.
Gabe rolls over on his back and stares up at the rusted ceiling. His eyes strain catch the smallest beams of light filtering through as the sun continued to rise. I don’t understand why she always works herself to the bone to fight. And for what? These Devils, they just keep coming again and again, and Suce is only mortal. We are all only mortal. Fighting for an impossible cause, that’s insanity. You’d die trying to achieve that. And if she did die…No, I don’t want to know. He rolled over once again to face Suce, this time intently studying her face.You’re quite the odd person, Suce. So boneheaded. And yet, that’s how you saved me, right? By being a fool. While she remained stoic, Gabe detected the subtle twitching that happened intermittently.Probably due to all that inane fighting. Can’t resist even the urge even in your sleep. And the way she seemed to skip a breath for some infernal reason. Your sleep schedule is fucked up anyways. When’s the last time you got this much rest?And the way that her head slightly tiled towards the right in a sort of endearing way.Hm, your mannerisms are the exact same in your sleep as they are when you’re awake. How come I’ve never noticed this before?Or the faint bridge of freckles scattered around the bridge of her nose that looked…cute? …Oh no.
“Wake the fuck up, fuckers! Hannibel’s coming through and she doesn’t care if you’ve gotten your beauty sleep or not!” A voice boomed though the once peaceful silence, startling both Suce and Gabe. Oh no indeed.