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[ Traitors...? Kano purses his lips, trying to think of what Yuya could be talking about. Traitor... somebody who betrayed him... Maybe he's talking about Kano? He has no idea who else would be a traitor but himself. But, that's traitors in plural, and- ahh, no point in thinking too hard about it, better get as much out of Yuya while he's still asleep. ]

Dunno why. What did they do?

Though you... kill... I'll get out--[Yuya twitches and whimpers, suddenly pained despite the harsh tone just before. The next words come out too slurred to decipher.]

Eh...

[ Was this something that Toki had written about? Absently, Kano digs into his pocket trying to find that notebook again, his other hand reaching over to pat Yuya on the head, as if that would do anything to calm him down. ]

Killed... somebody you know? Family?

[ Get out where??? Where is Toki's notebook, he needs more context for this... ]

[His response is more of an awkward sound than words, and in a minute Yuya seems to have calmed down, his posture falling limp and breathing steady as the worst of that nightmare passes.

Toki's notebook, if he can parse the French, is filled with some similar things. Fragmented details of of Yuya hating someone (or someone's), killing them, being killed, being hurt. There's some burning things in there, too.

But nothing with a strong enough clue for the actual scene Yuya seems to be experiencing in his nightmare. Just that it's full of pain--seemingly, he's causing a lot of it.]

[ Kano's French is pretty terrible without a translator, more or less capable of casual conversation but things like pain and death and burning aren't really things that come up in casual conversation.

Yuya seems to have quieted down a little too, and Kano worries at his bottom lip for a moment trying to decide whether he should pursue it and try asking something else, or if he should let Yuya get whatever rest he's capable of while he can. Something heavy and sugary right before bedtime, coupled with the hardwood floor aren't going to help matters either.

At the end, he decides on just a little more, still stroking Yuya's head. ]

Hey... if you're still there. What is it that you want? Something I can do?

[There's nothing, then, except for Yuya sleeping. Whatever was happening in that nightmare seems to have passed. Of course, there's still hours to go.

At least now he looks peaceful, strangely serene without the usual parade of expressions that usually crosses his face.]

[ Aaaaaaaand, he's asleep. Kano huffs out a sigh, giving Yuya's head one last pat before getting up to his feet. Dreams come and go in three hour cycles, he believes, so he'll stick it out until dawn before going to bed and pretending he was asleep this entire time.

For now, he climbs back up onto his desk and gets his notebook out to start transcribing what he has so far, brainstorm a little, maybe have a couple of tea bags on hand to suck on when he's feeling sleepy. ]

[There's a moment where Yuya blindly grabs for his absent pillow, rolling over and tucking his arm under his head when he can't find it. And there's peace for a few hours, at least, Yuya's dreams not seeming to shake him beyond the occasional muffled mumble.

It's another hour before a choked, hiccup sound comes from Yuya and he stretches and arm.]

[ Even just one hour of peace and quiet makes Kano antsy, especially the idea of just falling asleep like he wants to but it's too hard with somebody else in the room, somebody he needs to look over because this is more important than getting rest. Every time Yuya turns in his sleep or makes any sort of noise, Kano looks over at him, still and quiet until it passes, but something that sounds like a sob has him hopping off the desk again to crouch next to Yuya's side.

What's up now... He reaches over and holds Yuya's outstretched hand. Normal nightmare, or bloody death and fire nightmare?? ]

[These are basically the same thing for Yuya.

He doesn't seem to actually be choking at least, so much as trying to cry and unable to because his body can only react so much right now.

It wanes slightly when Kano grabs his hand, and he weakly grasps his back.]

[ Yuya needs some normal nightmares, like going to school in his underwear or being chased through a parking garage by an old woman carrying a chainsaw.

There's another moment's hesitance before Kano squeezes Yuya's hand back, because he wants to comfort him but he also needs to make this worse before things can get better. There is no Yuya awake to tell him this is a bad idea, so Kano goes ahead with it, adopting the exact same voice Yuya had been speaking in before and echoing those words, trying to prompt Yuya back into the same mindset. ]

Traitors... you'll pay for killing... [ Killing what? who? Yuya, help him out here. ]

[Yuya twitches, falling silent and still for a moment.]

Who...? [He sounds confused. Isn't that his voice?]

[ It's his voice because it's Yuya, obviously!!!! Kano also frowns and looks confused, switching back to his own voice, quiet whispers. ]

Yeah, that's it, I want to know who died! I'll deal with those traitors, too!

[His expression scrunches slightly, displeased.] Humans... treacherous, I'll make them...

[Pay.] Get... me...

[ Humans—- ehh, it's like when Kano talks about humans because he doesn't feel like he deserves to be included in them, but it's jarring hearing the same sort of thing from Yuya. ]

Did humans die, or are humans traitors? Which ones...

[This isn't exactly following his memory anymore, dream logic starting to warp it in Yuya's mind to make sense. There's what, some smaller demon here?]

Get me... out...

[ Yes, exactly, Kano is the demon in this picture immediately jumping at the chance to help Yuya out like an eager puppy, because Yuya never gives him a concrete way to help and this!!! is!!!!! it!!!!!!! ]

I'll do it, I'll help you! Where do you want to go!? We can take a day trip!

No. [Yuya grips tighter, although it's not very strong.] Release me. Free... me, I'll give...

[ No... trip? Maybe Kano shouldn't be taking this so literal, because being freed... Sort of how Kano feels, with the school being like a jail. If Yuya feels something like that... Hm. ]

Release... from someplace, or something? Help me out here, Yuya. I can do places, but if it's stuff like being freed from guilt or whatever, you know I suck at that.

Yuya? [It's sharp, sudden and confused. That's not his name, is it? It's something else, it's... it's Yuya?]

Who... are you...

Mm... Hmm... A friend? An ally?

[ What are we? ]

Somebody who wants to help?

[He meant like, a name.] Help...

[He whimpers.] Hurts... I'm so...

[ If Kano thought Yuya forgot his name, he might cry. ]

Shh, shh, [ He pats Yuya on the head again, ] I'll help, so it'll be okay! I promise! Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it, so I'll make it stop hurting soon. We'll fix this together, okay?

[There are actual tears, now, barely leaking from his eyes as he shudders and whimpers. He's long since lost any clarity of this dream, where he is and who he is. It's just a lot of pain. As Yuya, as...] Please... help...

[ Ahhhhh, no no no, no tears, Kano can't handle tears, reaching over and wiping Yuya's face with his dirty jacket sleeves. A hug? It feels silly doing this when Yuya's asleep, but at least everything's just audio recorded and not video, so Kano leans in and gives Yuya a quick, awkward hug. ]

I'll help, cross my heart! Why don't you go rest now? Go to sleep~ I'll take care of things, and we'll talk again later.

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