[As much as he appreciates the concern in their exclamation, the sound only serves as a hammer to his senses, and his shoulders tense under their touch as his free arm keeps him upright. He feels like he's been knocked off a building, with none of his usual reflexes to rebalance him.]
Sorry, [he offers as a strained mutter, though he can't quite parse what Dante is saying at first. Still, his attempt to squint his eyes open gives him the shape of the pillow in Dante's hands even with his doubled vision, and he slowly, carefully angles himself to lie sideways to avoid making the disorientation worse.]
Damn it. [This forsaken place and its tests. How long is this going to keep happening before the affliction gives up?]
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Sorry, [he offers as a strained mutter, though he can't quite parse what Dante is saying at first. Still, his attempt to squint his eyes open gives him the shape of the pillow in Dante's hands even with his doubled vision, and he slowly, carefully angles himself to lie sideways to avoid making the disorientation worse.]
Damn it. [This forsaken place and its tests. How long is this going to keep happening before the affliction gives up?]