[Purple hair. A soft voice. He knew him. Tieria. The street. The lamp. It wasn't Kurdistant, it wasn't his home. There weren't bullets, there wasn't a war, people weren't dying. The only screams were his own in his head.]
Tieria....
[His voice was raspy, raw, strained. Everything suddenly ached, his head felt like it wanted to explode. A groan left him and he started to try and push himself to his feet, though his legs were having a hard time keeping UNDER him.]