[ This is crazy. This is crazy and definitely not like Neverland or the weird labyrinth things. This is different, and Dustin wonders how well he'd actually fare with his memories being tampered with so he'd think he'd always be here.
Probably a lot, a lot, a lot better.
Right now, all he feels is inadequate. By the fourth day it's clawing at him: he's not Eleven, but he should be. He's not able to protect everyone--he was barely able to patch up the friendship between Lucas and Mike. Every time he tried to venture out of the village, he'd gotten in trouble.
He knows it's the place just messing with their minds. He knows it on a logical, rational level, but that doesn't stop him from feeling it. It claws at his skin, as much as he tries to ignore it. He's done a fairly good job of it, too. He talks with the other people in the camp and tries his best, even if it's not enough. It's never enough.
Dustin will never stop feeling like he's not doing enough to help, he thinks.
It's the tail end of the third day when he spots Viktor. The older man normally looks like shit--that's not new--but this is a little different. This is something practically oozing off of him, and he frowns as he approaches him. ]
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Probably a lot, a lot, a lot better.
Right now, all he feels is inadequate. By the fourth day it's clawing at him: he's not Eleven, but he should be. He's not able to protect everyone--he was barely able to patch up the friendship between Lucas and Mike. Every time he tried to venture out of the village, he'd gotten in trouble.
He knows it's the place just messing with their minds. He knows it on a logical, rational level, but that doesn't stop him from feeling it. It claws at his skin, as much as he tries to ignore it. He's done a fairly good job of it, too. He talks with the other people in the camp and tries his best, even if it's not enough. It's never enough.
Dustin will never stop feeling like he's not doing enough to help, he thinks.
It's the tail end of the third day when he spots Viktor. The older man normally looks like shit--that's not new--but this is a little different. This is something practically oozing off of him, and he frowns as he approaches him. ]
You're like Isildur. Anyone tell you that?