Being tortured, near death, and shoved into a box with your worst fear took a toll on a person. 16 years it had gone on. He's pretty sure that everyone thinks he's dead. His brother, Lan Zhan... *everyone*. Which sucked since he's pretty sure that his brother was still pissed at him. Not that he could retaliate. That damn dog was still in the room. It was huge. Or, at least, that was what his brain was telling him.
So, he stays over in his small corner of the room. There's a chance that he was even sleep deprived and hearing things. After all, why would anyone look for a dead man for 16 years? Had it been that long or longer? However long it was, he'd lost track of time. Time was a construct, at the moment, filled with fear and starvation. Also... a lack of sunlight.
Maybe he'd died. That's what it was. He'd died and this was hell. His hell was being stuck somewhere in the dark, alone and afraid. There was, after all, nothing but silence now. No clashing of swords. No yelling. Silence. Deafening silence and he hated it.
"You're not real."
Fevers brought on delusions. He remembers that much. Delusions clouded the mind and made a person see what they wanted to see. Him? It just happened to be light in the darkness and Hanguang-Jun. Except that the other couldn't be real. Hanguang-Jun thought he was dead, so did Jiang Cheng, and every other sect out there within a... well, who knows what radius.
"Definitely not real."
His eyes were growing heavy, but he didn't want to sleep. Not while that huge dog was in the room with him. Even if he couldn't fight it off in the state he was in (Chenqing was missing anyway. Probably lost out... who knew where), he didn't want to die. If he slept then that damn dog would try to eat him.
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Date: 2021-03-26 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-04-04 08:48 pm (UTC)So, he stays over in his small corner of the room. There's a chance that he was even sleep deprived and hearing things. After all, why would anyone look for a dead man for 16 years? Had it been that long or longer? However long it was, he'd lost track of time. Time was a construct, at the moment, filled with fear and starvation. Also... a lack of sunlight.
Maybe he'd died. That's what it was. He'd died and this was hell. His hell was being stuck somewhere in the dark, alone and afraid. There was, after all, nothing but silence now. No clashing of swords. No yelling. Silence. Deafening silence and he hated it.
"You're not real."
Fevers brought on delusions. He remembers that much. Delusions clouded the mind and made a person see what they wanted to see. Him? It just happened to be light in the darkness and Hanguang-Jun. Except that the other couldn't be real. Hanguang-Jun thought he was dead, so did Jiang Cheng, and every other sect out there within a... well, who knows what radius.
"Definitely not real."
His eyes were growing heavy, but he didn't want to sleep. Not while that huge dog was in the room with him. Even if he couldn't fight it off in the state he was in (Chenqing was missing anyway. Probably lost out... who knew where), he didn't want to die. If he slept then that damn dog would try to eat him.