[It's completely nonsensical, disjointed and unrealistic, but the dream swallows him whole and he can't seem to notice or care.
His impassive, objective shell has shattered. It's all ragged, raw emotion now; mostly anger, but there are threads underneath it, loss and grief and failure so acute it makes him ill.
(Everything for nothing.)]
There you are, you've had your noble stand. For what? For this?
[He's shouting at nothing, twisting in place, nearly feral in his movements. It hardly matters now whether he keeps his sanity or lets it fray around the edges. He laughs, a painful sound.]
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His impassive, objective shell has shattered. It's all ragged, raw emotion now; mostly anger, but there are threads underneath it, loss and grief and failure so acute it makes him ill.
(Everything for nothing.)]
There you are, you've had your noble stand. For what? For this?
[He's shouting at nothing, twisting in place, nearly feral in his movements. It hardly matters now whether he keeps his sanity or lets it fray around the edges. He laughs, a painful sound.]
Brilliant. Well done, the lot of you.