There 's a weird blurry period in my memory. I know for a fact I pass out; I couldn 't say how long obviously, but I 'm absolutely fucking OUT once Sadi is out of that room.

I remember odd flashes of the cell slash room slash thing; random bursts of lucidity marketed by swimming visuals of stone walls and shitty lights, bursts of hot pain impossible to cringe away from, and the ever present throb of a headache.

Here 's a fun little fact: I don 't actually like sleeping all that much. Laying in bed and being well rested and shit, yeah, but actual sleeping? I find it terribly boring and tedious. Maybe it 's just remnants of the 'budget every second to maximize productivity ' mindset hammered in by capitalism, maybe it 's just me.

Either way, being asleep means you can 't

think.

If you 're unconscious, you 're not doing shit.