[ He winces when a hand firmly grasps his shoulder and shakes him none-too-kindly. Subconsciously, he registers the words said to him. Freeze to death. Yes, he definitely doesn't want to die, not like that. He needs to wake up if he wants to live.
But wake up ... how?
Alm tries to shake off the storm's sleepy snares, but even with every ounce of his willpower at work, it's hard to snap out of it. He hates to admit it but the dream about Rigel, about his father and cousin not dying for once makes things more complicated than it should be.
His once peaceful expression distorts as he concentrates. It's a long shot, but maybe whoever is manhandling him can figure out what's happening. ]
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But wake up ... how?
Alm tries to shake off the storm's sleepy snares, but even with every ounce of his willpower at work, it's hard to snap out of it. He hates to admit it but the dream about Rigel, about his father and cousin not dying for once makes things more complicated than it should be.
His once peaceful expression distorts as he concentrates. It's a long shot, but maybe whoever is manhandling him can figure out what's happening. ]