[the name penetrates, but it doesn't mean anything. it's just a sound. it's just as real as the rest of it, as far as he cares, but it spooks him straight out of the solid feeling of existential terror. as shitty an anchor as it is, he was clinging to it, and now he's lost completely to the wash of his own memories, half formed sentences spilling from his lips in many many dead languages, tonally changing with each snippet. some moments he's calm, others he's incredulous, amused, afraid, fond, livid, distraught, all spiraling and ramping up in tension despite the mood as he's overwhelmed.
and then something in his mind snaps and the screaming starts. it's still words. it's still that completely insane mix and match of language and tone, it's just loud and stressed as he stumbles out of the bed for the door with blank eyes that are only taking in the situation enough to register which way is out.]
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and then something in his mind snaps and the screaming starts. it's still words. it's still that completely insane mix and match of language and tone, it's just loud and stressed as he stumbles out of the bed for the door with blank eyes that are only taking in the situation enough to register which way is out.]