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Ob Holm was a much warmer town than Espoir, a desert jewel with its own culture and style. The people, the surroundings, the way of life, all the little things that didn't matter were different; it was the sort of place Philip had always dreamed of visiting, really.

It's a different story when you're effectively exiled there. Exiled because you weren't good enough, couldn't fight hard enough, because you let your dream-home get overrun by an endless flood of monsters; because you failed. Not everyone took it as badly as Philip did, but nonetheless there was an air of defeat hanging about the ship as it settled down into its new town.

Even so, there was one bright spot amid all the darkness. Philip rose as the ramp fell, aching and weary in every stretched muscle, as just a bit of a smile curled up a bit of his face beneath all the dust and nightmare blood he hadn't bothered to wipe off.

He was going to see his darling wife again, safe and sound and free. And that was the only thing that mattered.

Warnings: VIOLENCE and DISNEY under the cut!
Dream Effects: Determination and nigh-crippling fear, with shadings of righteous fury; rising desperation follows, before being replaced by overwhelming relief and weary tenderness

( St. George, eat your heart out )

[Philip's sleep-thrashing stilled at the end, gradually easing into wakefulness with a tired smile on his face; those bedcovers really would never be the same.]

[Coming back to the cottage from the battle with the statue, Philip took care of his horse Samson, moving on autopilot... then just slumped in a chair even as the horse flopped onto a carpet nearby.

Just give him a minute, he'll reach for the bandages soon... Right now, he'll just sit and stare at his battered and aching hands.]

I helped today. I know I did. Lives were saved by my actions; mine, and those of others. But what do you say to the people that died anyway?

What do you do, when your best just isn't good enough?

Warnings: TAUNTINGS and DISNEY under the cut!
Dream Effects: Shocked surprise at first, fading to tenderness- and then a precipitous fall into miserable despair, gradually hardening to bitter determination
Note: While this is no happy dream, it's also not a Moon Cycle nightmare; no illness shall be forthcoming.

( Once Upon a Nightmare )

NggggghhhAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

[Philip jerked upright in bed, covered in sweat and staring wildly at the dark of his bedroom- and at no point does he notice the faint glimmer of the Dreamberry at his bedside table, its purple glow fading away.]

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