[ And the dream twists. Ephemera holds himself still, breathing through it. He stays calm, watching the images flick past. He recognizes some of them. Bodies stacked up in bags, the way the smoke hangs heavy in the air. And then it twists again and he hears screaming, the noise of drop pods hissing through the air.
He tips his head back. It could hurt him. It could hurt her. The dreams feel real when they're happening and that includes pain. But he doesn't reach for his rifle. ]
They teach you combat breathing? I want you to do that. Come back to your body. C'mon, I'll do it with you.
[ He tries to steady his voice the way the captain used to. Nice and steady, nice and calm. Something to mirror. ]
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He tips his head back. It could hurt him. It could hurt her. The dreams feel real when they're happening and that includes pain. But he doesn't reach for his rifle. ]
They teach you combat breathing? I want you to do that. Come back to your body. C'mon, I'll do it with you.
[ He tries to steady his voice the way the captain used to. Nice and steady, nice and calm. Something to mirror. ]