Free from The Avenger's grasp, Sasuke collapses onto his side, trembling. He can feel the terror clawing at his chest, but without the sensation of bile at the back of his throat or the dizziness of hyperventilation.
It's eerily still in his dreamscape, but he recognizes the voice.
His head turns when he tells it to, this time.
"What are you doing here?" His voice is raw, pained. While he'll take the blessing of his mental self-torment receding, even a little, it still reads as wrong.
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It's eerily still in his dreamscape, but he recognizes the voice.
His head turns when he tells it to, this time.
"What are you doing here?" His voice is raw, pained. While he'll take the blessing of his mental self-torment receding, even a little, it still reads as wrong.