[When he's sent into the depths of his mind, it's cold and dark. There is no comfort to be found here, only haunting memories of what he's lost, what he is. His rest is never calm if given the chance inbetween missions. Even while the healers work on his arm in the living world, he's having his own battle in his mind. The visible twitches of his body, fist clenching and furrowing brows, signs of troubled rest.
Sometimes, most times when he eventually manages to wake from the nightmares, destruction follows after. There's a commotion from the healers around Shadow's vinicity. Things were being knocked or turned over as he prevents anyone from getting their filthy hands on him. The healers speak to try and reason with their violent patient, but Shadow isn't hearing any of it. He will push aside anyone who tries to stop him, stomping his way towards the way out of here. They should be grateful he isn't doing more to them. His arm is visibly without crystals, so they might have managed to help him before he became pissed with the world.]
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Sometimes, most times when he eventually manages to wake from the nightmares, destruction follows after. There's a commotion from the healers around Shadow's vinicity. Things were being knocked or turned over as he prevents anyone from getting their filthy hands on him. The healers speak to try and reason with their violent patient, but Shadow isn't hearing any of it. He will push aside anyone who tries to stop him, stomping his way towards the way out of here. They should be grateful he isn't doing more to them. His arm is visibly without crystals, so they might have managed to help him before he became pissed with the world.]