[Oh, that's not very reassuring. Octavian steps back and looks around, like perhaps a convenient door with an EXIT sign will pop up just for him, but no-- in the absence of anything better to do he takes another step and then simply gets knocked down by the shifting of the dream. Being on, hm, the floor? Whatever passes for floor, now? Being down feels the slightest fraction safer than being an upright target for whatever is going on, so.
He'll stay down here, arms covering his head. And he doubts he has to raise his voice and so doesn't, simply speaking out into the collapsing nightmare:] Hypocrite.
[Destroying everything? At least Octavian only ever intended to inconvenience himself with his little goals.]
no subject
He'll stay down here, arms covering his head. And he doubts he has to raise his voice and so doesn't, simply speaking out into the collapsing nightmare:] Hypocrite.
[Destroying everything? At least Octavian only ever intended to inconvenience himself with his little goals.]