[She bites back the urge to cry and sob, the sight of that claw only feeding upon those fears rather than helping them. She can't be afraid... She can't. It's just a dream, and nothing can hurt her in here, right? They've been through this before, more than once, so who is to say that they can't again?
Except that she can feel it—that presence of something that's almost as if something is pressing down on her chest and suffocating her, making her gasp for air again... It feels like teeth sinking in, like a claw scraping over her skin, burning and so chilling at the same time, and tears streak down her cheeks.]
You're wrong.
[Just as everything cracks and the snow grows heavier, her hand reaches out for that claw, her own horrors be damned. She reaches out and wraps both her small hands around it and tries to pull him to her, to protect him from the wind and the snow that attacks them both.]
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[She bites back the urge to cry and sob, the sight of that claw only feeding upon those fears rather than helping them. She can't be afraid... She can't. It's just a dream, and nothing can hurt her in here, right? They've been through this before, more than once, so who is to say that they can't again?
Except that she can feel it—that presence of something that's almost as if something is pressing down on her chest and suffocating her, making her gasp for air again... It feels like teeth sinking in, like a claw scraping over her skin, burning and so chilling at the same time, and tears streak down her cheeks.]
You're wrong.
[Just as everything cracks and the snow grows heavier, her hand reaches out for that claw, her own horrors be damned. She reaches out and wraps both her small hands around it and tries to pull him to her, to protect him from the wind and the snow that attacks them both.]