It was not a pleasant awakening. Stimuli. Memory. His own bed. His throat was sore, unnaturally so. But his own bed. His own clothes. Was he alone? It was too late to pretend to be asleep still if he wasn't. It could wait then. He didn't want to call out. It would hurt. He could endure pain but why seek it out? Despite what she said, that wasn't a joy for him. What she said. Memory caught up. What was most important? His first real movement was to run a hand towards his cheek. No growth. There hadn't been any in the dream. His hand ran against his ribs, his stomach. Not distorted, not emaciated. Was he in the dream? He groaned. It hurt. He didn't groan again due to the hurt. Instead, he sat up. No groan there. A good sign? He ran his hands down his legs. Nothing out of the ordinary. Not a Chimera. Brown would get them there if not stopped. That was for later. He pulled down the collar of his night shirt and looked to the tattoo of the jagged wound which remained there just hidden from normal view. He was awake.
There was no easy way to gaze upon his reflection. That was fine. He did not want to face his own gaze as of yet. He remembered. He remembered too much. There was no obvious sign that his body had aged, but he remembered too much of it. Death would come to him all the quicker now. It wasn't the first time. Once again, he had no idea how old he even was and to look at him would be such little help in answering such an inquiry. That could be for later too. There still was a later. What was pressing now?
He had won. 'Won.' At cost. He had won a prize he hadn't really wanted, the means but not the end, and only even a tenth of those means. The means were always an opportunity and a tenth of an opportunity was better than none at all. "What's happened," he wheezed, but it wasn't a question in and of itself, but instead the start of something longer, "when a child is the means and not the end? But then," despite the pain, he meant to say every word than needed saying, "when were children anything but for me?" Hope deferred. That's all a child was. Another chance down the line. The next step on a ladder every leading upwards. "The only difference here is that the end is so much more selfish than usual." People might argue that. They would be wrong.