Arrakis leaned into Finnick's touch with a small hum. He closed his eyes as he focused on calming his emotions enough so he could feel the comforting arm around his shoulder more. His eyes opened when Finnick mentioned dying and they flashed brighter again.
"You should still be careful. You don't want to go to the inferna, trust me."
He sympathized with a hesitant chuckle. "Yeah, mine have been like that too lately."
It was a break from his other nightmares but in many ways the nightmares about his magic destroying the loved ones who he had found here were worse. He tensed slightly as he spoke. He hadn't told many people about his nightmares but for some reason Finnick was easy to talk to.
"What's it like?" He asks, curious. It seems to be something like hell, but he wonders how literal it is. Actually burning alive? Or some other kind of torture?
"Ugh," he says with a little sympathetic squeeze. "It sucks. I'm sorry."
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"You should still be careful. You don't want to go to the inferna, trust me."
He sympathized with a hesitant chuckle. "Yeah, mine have been like that too lately."
It was a break from his other nightmares but in many ways the nightmares about his magic destroying the loved ones who he had found here were worse. He tensed slightly as he spoke. He hadn't told many people about his nightmares but for some reason Finnick was easy to talk to.
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"Ugh," he says with a little sympathetic squeeze. "It sucks. I'm sorry."