Abe sucked in air through pursed lips, calming himself. Ignorance, not malice. His hands fiddled with the silverware as he resisted the urge to wave them about in his usual expressive manner.
"You must not have been reading the bulletin board. There were a number of incidents last night," he said, trying to calm his voice to the tone of a gentle but distant teacher. "Many people, myself included, found themselves hallucinating images of a dead loved one and then experiencing their death as if they were that person. In my case, I was stabbed in the stomach and bled to death. Upon awaking I, like the others, found myself alive and without any sign that I had ever been wounded." Abe made it sound clinical and clean. It was his best coping mechanism, to break something into pure analysis and logic and thus render it unable to terrify him.
He was having a hard time making it work when the monster stabbed at his heart rather than his flesh. Scarecrow-like, he'd barely known he had one to hurt.
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"You must not have been reading the bulletin board. There were a number of incidents last night," he said, trying to calm his voice to the tone of a gentle but distant teacher. "Many people, myself included, found themselves hallucinating images of a dead loved one and then experiencing their death as if they were that person. In my case, I was stabbed in the stomach and bled to death. Upon awaking I, like the others, found myself alive and without any sign that I had ever been wounded." Abe made it sound clinical and clean. It was his best coping mechanism, to break something into pure analysis and logic and thus render it unable to terrify him.
He was having a hard time making it work when the monster stabbed at his heart rather than his flesh. Scarecrow-like, he'd barely known he had one to hurt.