Razor heard the kindly hostess and shook his head,"No...no...it's fine, do not worry. Everything is alright...sorry for disturbing you." Then, without even waiting for a reply from her, he closed the door and backed away from it. He didn't want to talk about the dreams anymore...those horrible nightmares. They still plagued his mind, even after all of these years...something would have to be done about them.<br/><br/>The Ramen pulled his hood up to his head, wanting to hide more of himself...as if that would offer some sort of protection. He then felt around and found himself a chair, sitting down in it. His masked face looked towards the ground as his figure slumped...he didn't want to go back to sleep...he doubted he could go back, after going through that. It was just too much to simply go back to sleep. If he had eyes, he would of looked out the window to see what time it was...they arrived here early in the morning, though he wouldn't be surprised if they slept all day and through the night...they were exhausted and battered. It would only make sense.<br/><br/>Razor let his claws hang down as he leaned back into the chair and sat there, limp...shaking his head, trying to rid himself of those memories that were stuck there for years. This was no way to live, but he didn't know how to make it all stop. There had to be a way, but he wasn't sure. Sighing again, he just sat there, waiting to see if Eponine would awaken...he didn't want to meet the questioning gaze of their caretaker again...she would ask him more about the dreams, or try to force food onto him (he lost his appetite), or something that he didn't want to have to deal with...and this silence, while comforting at first, was starting to make him go mad.<br/><br/><i>What is happening to me...</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>