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john constantine. ([personal profile] oldhound) wrote2017-03-11 12:25 pm

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[Raleigh snorts and takes the drink with a node of thanks, trying to sort of his words to make any lick of sense.]

No.. if only.

[He takes a sip. It burns and that in itself is comforting. Something anchoring him to the present. He's been having trouble with that lately.]

My friend Wu was murdered by.. Lucifer.. I guess. The Devil. The real one. Here in Deerington not long ago. When we found his body I touched his ghost and.. Well, I guess possession is the only word for it. I saw how he died. I felt it. Every last detail... he his pain, his hopelessness.. and then-

And then he was gone.

I've gone through it once before and I can't- I can't go through it again. I can't do it.. I'm..

[He shakes his head and glances away. Anywhere but John.]

Lately I keep seeing it. Experiencing it.. Over and over and I'm not sure whether I'm me or Wu or my brother.. It's all just-

[Raleigh gives a spinning gesture towards his head. It's all warped and rolling over each other with his past trauma and he's tail spinning right into the void. And fast.

Another beat and he looks up.]


There's something really wrong with me, John.. I need help.