He jerks in surprise as she slaps the cigarette out of his hand and barely has time to fumble for it - unsuccessfully - before she grabs his prison uniform and pulls him around, forcing him to face her.
He doesn't have a response - to her actions, to her yelling, to anything. He stares at her, breathing erratic, gaze bewildered and a little lost. This isn't possible- his hallucinations don't do this- they're all in his head; they don't have weight and form and the ability to push him around- maybe he's still dreaming- maybe it never was a dream- he doesn't know-
"How?" is the only thing he can manage, barely above a whisper.
The cigarette falls to the cell floor and disappears. For a moment, the walls flicker.
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He doesn't have a response - to her actions, to her yelling, to anything. He stares at her, breathing erratic, gaze bewildered and a little lost. This isn't possible- his hallucinations don't do this- they're all in his head; they don't have weight and form and the ability to push him around- maybe he's still dreaming- maybe it never was a dream- he doesn't know-
"How?" is the only thing he can manage, barely above a whisper.
The cigarette falls to the cell floor and disappears. For a moment, the walls flicker.