[ Nihlus hasn't been sleeping at all. He'd managed thirty minutes five days ago, maybe fifteen another five days before that. Minutes-long spans in between.
He keeps wandering long circles around the encampment patterns growing more and more erratic as the weeks passed. Avoiding people, avoiding sleep, running from nightmares, on and on and on. Sometimes he misses the encampment moving on and trails afterwards.
Sometimes he comes back covered in blood after a messy fight with some of the local wildlife.
That's how Alan finds him, unfortunately.
The Spectre slows to a stop at the sound of the man's voice, the approaching footstep, red-smeared helmet swiveling slowly around. There's no immediate response. Keeps being no response for a good few seconds, but eventually... ]
... Alan.
[ It's a lot more distant than intended and there's a rasp to the edge of Nihlus's voice, a combination of general, hollow tiredness and a lack of use. ]
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He keeps wandering long circles around the encampment patterns growing more and more erratic as the weeks passed. Avoiding people, avoiding sleep, running from nightmares, on and on and on. Sometimes he misses the encampment moving on and trails afterwards.
Sometimes he comes back covered in blood after a messy fight with some of the local wildlife.
That's how Alan finds him, unfortunately.
The Spectre slows to a stop at the sound of the man's voice, the approaching footstep, red-smeared helmet swiveling slowly around. There's no immediate response. Keeps being no response for a good few seconds, but eventually... ]
... Alan.
[ It's a lot more distant than intended and there's a rasp to the edge of Nihlus's voice, a combination of general, hollow tiredness and a lack of use. ]