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Dark gave Alexander a slightly wierded out look, then shrugged. "It hasn't caused me any harm before, I don't think it will be starting now." Dark claims not voicing the fact he has never before had a nightmare like that.

he growled from on top of the other. he did not see the difference between hurting the body and hurting the mind and this nightmare was doing it's damnedest to tear a gaping hole where noone could see. he helt the other tighter. "let me help you"

Dark gave a light sigh and wrapped himself closer to Alexander. "But I don;t want you to end up getting hurt by my dreams." Especially now that they seemed to react more violently to Alexander. "They seem to want to hurt you and I don't want you hurt."

"mmhnmmm..." he reveled in the squeeze, forgetting for a moment he was not to do that sort of thing anymore "it knows my intentions, it wants to kill me for interfering but i want to do it for you" he laid his cheek against the other's. i can feel you all the time, your joy is my joy, your pain is my pain. these dreams are no longer only yours to fight"

"Sweet words," murmered Dark knowing there was more to that phrase but forgetting what. "And I won't sleep if my dreams want to kill you."

his eyes popped open though he did non know when they had even closed. "i will not die unless you desire it. that is the truth"

"But sometimes the truth is just lies made to look pretty." Dark whispers. He deperatly wants to believe Alexander's words but he cannot. His mind presents him with logical reasons not to.

"and sometimes we must blindly put our faith in something even when we are not sure the results will be in our favor. not every flash of metal is fool's gold" he did not know where the words came from, they were not supplied by the book or taken from a story. he did not however question it, surly there was a reason

"But every smile a mask and every laugh, a hidden pain." Dark knows this is not completely true but it is the closest thing he can think of. "Faith is made to be broken just like promises."

he lay there and tried to think of the right thing to say but nothing he came up with sounded right. he buried his face in the other's hair and took a deep breath. he searched in himself for what he himself believed to be true and found something. he offered his reply softly and without authority" then i will have to keep making my promise until it becomes a truth"

'Repition of a certain phrase or idea until it become ingrained in memory and one believes it to be truth.' The though popped in unbidden and Dark gave a sigh. Dark knew of it because it was occasionly used as an alternate form of psycological treatment. He did not speak his though though and just hummed his approval of Alexander's statement.

he knew enough to know the other had not spoken aloud but he wanted to tell the other that that was in essence the main pillar of faith. without it nothing could hold fast. he knew the discussion was not resolved though so he said nothing and simply laid there offering what little comfort he could.


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he hated that little box

If Dark had any hopes of returning to sleep he quickly forgot it when the phone started ringing. "Who would be calling now?" Dark asked without expecting a responce. "Hello?" He asked upon answering.

he could hear a male voice this time and though his hackles were still raised he lost the urge to throw it across the room. the voice began talking about fishing and hacking things up and he lost interest

The longer Kadver kept talking the more worried Dark got. "I'll get on my computer immediatly." Dark assure Kadver as he got untangled and headed out of the bed room towards where his computer was. "Stop our little friend from accessing the fifth account and I'll release the other four. See if Mica, Kelly, or Sean is up too. If all three are up even better." Dark had his computer up and was already taking apart little bits of code to stop the bot. "I'm going to hang up now, call them to check if they're awake." Dark hung up the phone then focaused entirly on the computer.

he felt the other tense up then throw out a liteny of words that sounded like english but he did not understand it. he moved obligingly as the other got up to go to the computer. he lay there a minute or two longer looking at the discarded piece of equipment. he wondered if the other would be mad if he killed it. he slithered out of bed taking the blanket with him. it was cold enough that his borrowed underwear were not enough. he trundled out to where the other was typing. the furious clack of keys his only movement