Malia remained blissfully unaware of the sudden realizations and suspicions Carson had come across all the while she had been asleep. Malia herself had always suspected their previous Strider of having ill intentions, but no one believed her. And ever more, no one dared challenge the man. He was practically ruthless, at least in her mind. He had no heart, and all his emotions had been thrown out the window with the loss of his partner and son. Okay, he didn’t tell her that but she may have accidentally... somehow... on purpose, flipped through a notebook that he had dropped from his pocket onto the pavement.<br/><br/>As she slept, she began to show signs of a restless sleep. She clenched and unclenched her fists, biting her bottom lip as she curled into even a tighter ball, if that was even possible in the slightest. She mumbled in her sleep, Oliver’s name coming from her lips.<br/><br/>“<i>Ollie? What are you going here?” She questioned him, tilting her head as a familiar raven haired boy took a step in her direction.<br/>
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“I just—“ his voice was cut off, his once eased expression replaced by one contorted In pain, a blade sticking from his side.<br/>
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“Ollie!” She tried to run to him, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move.<br/>
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“You did this, you could’ve handled this.” His broke  voice came through, repeatedly placing the blame on her shoulders. She repeated his death, his smile growing wider. But she never finished the dream, she always w—</i><br/><br/>Malia shot up from the mattress, a hand over her upper chest as she regained composure. It wasn’t the first time she’d had a nightmare, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. She wiped her eyes, blinking them free of any unshed, salty tears. She sighed and ran a hand down her face, her eyes flickering around in the hardly lit room before they settled on Carson. It was a freezing, and he’d already done so much for her. So, as a small return, she carefully stood, holding a blanket in one hand. His arms were wrapped firmly around the book, however once her hand had a soft grip, his arms loosened. She was able to gently set the binder down before carefully draping the blanket over him. She may have been different, but she cares for the few who showed her kindness. With that, she climbed back into bed. With one last glance to him she closed her eyes, falling back asleep. She hadnt even noticed the binder, nor it’s contents.