[ As the shadows withdraw, Aventurine is left staring at the ground. He doesn't move until he's told to sit, and when he walks toward the benches, when he sits down at one of them, it all feels automatic.
He presses shaking hands together and, when that doesn't help, he drops his face down into his hands, the heels of his palms digging into his closed eyes as if to try and push what he'd seen out. What was that? What was that? He's reminded of his nightmares and how often that scene visits his dreams to torment him, but never before has it been so clear, so visceral.
There's an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach, and Aventurine focuses on breathing in and out. ]
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He presses shaking hands together and, when that doesn't help, he drops his face down into his hands, the heels of his palms digging into his closed eyes as if to try and push what he'd seen out. What was that? What was that? He's reminded of his nightmares and how often that scene visits his dreams to torment him, but never before has it been so clear, so visceral.
There's an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach, and Aventurine focuses on breathing in and out. ]