Flid jerked awake, sweating. The nightmares had come again. He sighed. Why won't they go away? We beat them. Am I really that weak?
You aren't weak, we are strong. No, Flid thought back, You're strong. Strong enough to come here, and bond to me, but I'm not.
Why are you so pessimistic? They are gone. Enough of this, you need to take better care of yourself. Fine, I'll get some cereal or something.
He got off the couch, and walked into past the door, where Rob and.. Ashley? No, Ashlyn were talking, and into the kitchen. He sat down, and poured himself a bowl of cheerios.