Alyxander whined and whimpered in his sleep,his eyes still shut tight. His head tossed from one side to the other a little, but his fighting had receded for the most part. He heard her voice and tried to concentrate only on that, but the dream remained.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">As the men left, Alyx was suddenly free of his bindings, but the blood and wounds remained.</span>The real Alyxander could practically feel the agony he'd felt back then, as if it was being inflicted all over again.<span style="font-style: italic">The boy, who was younger than his real self at the current time, looked up at the girl with Kate's voice. Tears stained his eyes and face, leaving trails of red marks because of how hard he'd been sobbing. It had hurt so bad. "I-I don't know." He whimpered quietly. "T-they had said I w-was impure... that I needed to be cleansed..." His voice was forced and shaking. Whatever had been forced into his mouth had obviously hurt his throat, whatever it had been.</span><br/><br/>A few tears had managed to sneak from Alyxander's eyes, falling down his cheeks and onto the sheets of the blanket. A soft whimper arose from his lips, even as the worst of the nightmare had ended.