"How does a revolution start? When people find themselves feeling without justice. Without proper consequences for other's actions, they craze equality. Thoughts and wishes turn to actions."
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My head pounded. Not a small ache, not a painful tingle, but it felt like someone was hammering my head over and over again. It started hours ago, and has kept me awake ever since, causing my eyelights to burn, the magic crackling uncomfortably.
I sighed. I maybe could have gotten sleep, though however little, when hours earlier Error was having a night terror. I had barged into his room multiple times to wake him up, and when I did he just fell right back asleep. He whimpered, tossed and turned, cryed out and mumbled in his sleep various words I could not make out. "Justice" is all I could really hear, and even so, it was difficult to understand.
Seven o' clock came and passed as soon Cross woke up and was shocked when he saw the condition I was in, slumped on the couch and exhausted. "Did you even sleep last night? You look like hell."
"Not a wink and I've seen hell, this is miniscule compared to it," I murmured, rubbing my eyes. Surely I did try, but it was troublesome to try with the headache and I always had difficulty sleeping alone. I couldn't have slept with Error though, considering his haphephobia, though he has gotten over it with me, but with Cross... A blush came to my face. Cross stared at me for a few seconds before heading to the kitchen. He got out hot chocolate, since we were out of coffee, and heated up some water, getting out two mugs and made a cup for me as well. He spurted whipped cream on my hot chocolate, before sitting next to me and handing the mug for me to drink.
We engaged in conversation which ended up with Cross practically babying me with getting me some medicine for my headache and a blanket. I didn't tell him about Error, because we both knew he suffered from nightmares occasionally, and also because he didn't cross my mind until his door opened and he walked out, greeting us with a half-assed "hi."
"You doing okay?" Cross asked, patting a free spot on the couch for Error to sit, whom reluctantly complied, breathing out a sigh, whispering an "I guess." I looked at him worried.
"Error, are you doing okay? All night last night you've been having this horrible nightmare, I even woke you up multiple times and it didn't help."
Error shook his head. "It's fine. You tried."
Cross piped up a "what was the dream about?". Error tensed up a bit and I could sense his fear and anxiety. Certainly not a good dream.
"You don't have to tell us about it if you don't wan-"
"I want to talk you guys about it," Error interrupted me, and the sentence just hit me a bit harder then it should've.
"Go ahead. I'm worried. We're both worried about you, Error," Cross murmured, and Error nodded, taking a deep breath.
"I-in this dream... I think I woke up thrice? In the first part, I believe the beginning... It's... Strange..."
