( Fatigue has been a constant pulse on the back of his mind ever since he awakened within the silent dream. It knocks and tugs in the back of his mind like a taunting force which he struggles to keep at bay. There is no more dangerous place than one’s own mind, and Sunday’s is particularly treacherous even to himself.

He can never escape his weakness. )

I take no offense to your desires, it’s important we convey these emotions to prevent the House from winning.

( Yet the the issue is the House always wins, and it already has. The more Sunday ventures this place with him, losing his thoughts between the hallways and Olivine’s gentle voice, he squeezes his hand. He’s honest, so Sunday also lays down his thoughts. They don’t come easy. )

I don’t feel dizzy, but rather heavy and fatigued.


I’ve felt tired the moment I arrived.

( Not the House’s fault. This man hasn’t experienced actual rest in who knows how long. Yet this fatigue might just be the House pushing him to an edge. )

We should not be obliged to participate. These indecent… Hmph.

I haven’t started hallucinating yet, so we may have time. This academy is truly beautiful, though. I appreciate your patience, Olivine.