Forty-third rebirth [Accidental Video]

[death_begins]

[It's night. The stars and moon cast a dim light on an otherwise darkened room. The kitchen table. Yuca, sitting in a chair, his head resting in his folded arms.

Asleep.

And poor dear, he needed it. He hasn't slept since Rhode left, since her guarantee to stop his dreams fell through. And it seems- pleasant. But things are rarely what they appear to be.

After a moment, he twitches. Another moment, and he stirs, violently. This continues for a few long minutes, unsettling, eyes darting every which way behind their lids. And then, finally, his eyes snap open with a shocking suddenness, the red somehow bright and fearful in the dark room. But you only get a split second to admire that, because his hands find the edge of the table and he shoves, hard, sending his chair toppling one way, and the PCD and table going the other way, so it's just... filming the opposite wall.

A pot clatters to the ground. Silence.

A scream.

A garbled name. Another one. His voice sounds utterly terrified, but it's impossible to see him with the angling of the camera.]

I can't-

[A strangled sob.]

....I can't-

[His voice tapers off, slowly, the yells fading, the sobbing continuing, but barely audible now. There's a soft sound underneath them- his voice, whispering quickly, quietly to himself, a monotone of repetition, trying to find some kind of semblance of sanity, of anything in those words, Out of the depths, I cry to you O' Lord, hear my voice, out of the depths, out of the depths, out-]


[Twenty minutes later || Text || Private to Kurotsuchi]
I'll do it.

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[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[al_truism]

... I can be there in ten minutes.

[Voice//Private//Unhackable]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Hushed, barely a whisper, shaking.]

...I seem to have forgotten your name.

[Voice//Private//Unhackable]

[al_truism]

Alphonse. I gave you a scarf. We took walks together and you told me stories about your lives.

I almost killed you and then I didn't.

[Video]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

What's wrong? You need help!

[He sounds sick or worse, and that means she sounds nearly panicked.]

[Text]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

no

[Video]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Yes, you do! I can come right away!

[Literal demons have been known to quiet down in the presence of her crystal.]

[Video]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer's own voice is, as usual, gentle. It's also sympathetic in a way no human being could manage.]

Yuca....

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Stop it-

[He's at his very weakest point right now and he knows it. His voice is shaking, eyes almost brimming over with tears. Yuca shakes his head.]

I can't- do that. I can't- I didn't bury her. I didn't bury any of them, I'm sorry- it was my fault, but they just fall into pieces and I can't-

[Video]

[thelightbringer]

[The PCD won't record Lucifer saying this, but Yuca can surely hear it.]

You should have tried harder. This is punishment.

[What the PCD does record is what he says next: still softly, his voice shaking with concern]

You need to forgive yourself.

[hits-then-heals.livejournal.com]

Yuca...

[She could heal his physical wounds and headaches, but nightmares she can't do anything about. She doesn't know Yuca well...but she doesn't like seeing people in pain.]

Do you need help? Are you with someone?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Sakuraaaaaaaa. ;___;]

There's- people.

[Offline]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst has been chickening out of going to talk to Yuca for days now. When that came on the network, though, he doesn't answer, he just goes. He knocks the door open and off one hinge in his haste, but there's a blur and then he's there, next to Yuca, steadying him.]

It's all right-- [No it's really not, he's just saying things to be reassuring]

[Offline]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, there is a PERSON THERE.

And Yuca is sort of still trying not to cry. Horst catches him at the worst times, really. Understandably though, the figure of someone he doesn't know terrifies him. It's going to take him awhile to sort out a timeline, put the pieces together, remember things linearly instead of one gigantic, jumbled mess. And, for the time being, he can't place Horst's face.

Finally, he utters a few panicked words in different languages, none of them remotely close to English or German, and pulls away, sharply.]

[Private | Unhackable]

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Good. We can start whenever you're able to arrive.

[Has noticed the whole... video, but, well, he's not exactly the comforting sort. If anything it was just an illustration of why it was worth going ahead with the tests.]

[Private | Unhackable]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Let me- figure out something for Rain, and I'll go.

[Video]

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[Raven looks at him with a sympathetic look. He's having a hard time, seeing things and hearing things no one else does right now. She can tell. She's already been through this and it was almost unbearable. Her voice is soft, a barely whisper.]

Yuca. Calm down. This was a nightmare. It's not happening now. Don't let it get to you.

[She doesn't know if what is speaking about happened in the past or is yet to happen, but that doesn't change much for the moment. Fighting to keep one's sanity, that's definitely something she can relate to.]

[Text]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

...thank you.

[It's a bit delayed in coming, he's doing better, but not great. Not quite back to normal yet.]

I'm trying.

[Voice // Private // Unhackable]

[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

Yuca.

[His tone is oddly harsh. He doesn't play nice when Yuca is like this. He imagines Yuca wouldn't enjoy it very much if he did.]

[Voice // Private // Unhackable]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Yuca.

[Softly, as if it's someone else's name.]

Which Yuca? From when?

[bunny_flower]

... Yuca-san ?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

....who is this?

[Video]

[purebloodmight.livejournal.com]

Dreamless sleep potion.

[His tone is quiet, wary, but it's a toneless offer. He doesn't particularly give a damn about Yuca -- or know who he is, really -- but anyone can recognize the signs of a nightmare.

Besides Tom, as anyone who enjoys seeing pain, wishes to know why.]

Far more effective than prayers.

[Text]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Those don't exist.

[saucey]

Yuca? You okay?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

....I'll be alright.