A grave! The words choke themselves in his throat, and instead of speaking syllables, he wheezes, halting and gasping, as he claws his way into the dark, dirt walls, desperately trying to gain his footing. The wings on his back are forgotten in his panic, in his anguish, as he reverts back to the helpless man he's always been. No -- as he reverts back to a little boy.]
Help!
[The words tear out of his mouth. The walls aren't closing in, but it feels like they are, like if he stays here long enough, he'll be swallowed by them.]
Somebody! Help!
[The gravestone above him reads Daniel, but the last name is etched out.]
scenario 2, self-harm ment
[Something is desperately, terribly wrong. He paces in the alleyway where he retreated from those strange men, the ones with sagging faces and too-large eyes. Get a hold of yourself, Daniel, he mutters to himself, his gaze darting. His fingernails are making crescent shaped in his carapace, and his jaw aches from how hard he's been clenching it.
Is this it? Is he finally losing his mind?
When he sees you -- no matter who you may be -- he recoils, backing away like a frightened rabbit.]
Don't hurt me. Please.
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Daniel | Amnesia: The Dark Descent | Faerie (Returning)
[He wakes up in a grave.
A grave! The words choke themselves in his throat, and instead of speaking syllables, he wheezes, halting and gasping, as he claws his way into the dark, dirt walls, desperately trying to gain his footing. The wings on his back are forgotten in his panic, in his anguish, as he reverts back to the helpless man he's always been. No -- as he reverts back to a little boy.]
Help!
[The words tear out of his mouth. The walls aren't closing in, but it feels like they are, like if he stays here long enough, he'll be swallowed by them.]
Somebody! Help!
[The gravestone above him reads Daniel, but the last name is etched out.]
scenario 2, self-harm ment
[Something is desperately, terribly wrong. He paces in the alleyway where he retreated from those strange men, the ones with sagging faces and too-large eyes. Get a hold of yourself, Daniel, he mutters to himself, his gaze darting. His fingernails are making crescent shaped in his carapace, and his jaw aches from how hard he's been clenching it.
Is this it? Is he finally losing his mind?
When he sees you -- no matter who you may be -- he recoils, backing away like a frightened rabbit.]
Don't hurt me. Please.
wildcard
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