[On some level Liem must be aware that he’s dreaming, because confusion dawns slowly over his expression when Eustace continues to speak to him. Is his stillness born from his dreaming, or is it the hesitation of a man trying to fight his way to the surface? Either way, he’s still trapped in the midst of that transient quiet when Eustace lets go of his wings and reaches instead for a knife.
But drowned though he is in his dreaming, the punch of a blade sinking into his shoulder is unmistakable. His uncertain expression shatters as he cries out in shock, adrenaline rushing through him with a familiar jolt. Rather than coming out of his dream, though, he tries to withdraw further into it, jerking away from Eustace as his bedraggled wings attempt once again to cover his face. Words choke out of him as the shoulder of his robe grows damp with blood:]
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But drowned though he is in his dreaming, the punch of a blade sinking into his shoulder is unmistakable. His uncertain expression shatters as he cries out in shock, adrenaline rushing through him with a familiar jolt. Rather than coming out of his dream, though, he tries to withdraw further into it, jerking away from Eustace as his bedraggled wings attempt once again to cover his face. Words choke out of him as the shoulder of his robe grows damp with blood:]
What are you doing—?