[His eyes go wide, as Dirk takes hold of his soul. He f͇͕͝l̢ͅi̳͈̼̼̝̜c̜͓k̢̺̖͈e̴̖̣̼̣̥̗r̴s̵̩͍̳̤ in and out of f̜̻̫̱o c u s, blurring around Dirk's hand. He doesn't scream, but each time he c͇͔̜ụ̟̖̦̮̤͖͡t̼ş̦ i͎͉̜̦n̸̬̼͓͙͖ his mouth is contorted, as though he is in pain.]
[It's easy to pull his soul out, after everything: the dream has no defenses against this kind of fuckery. Everything fades to white for a moment, and the dream ends.]
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[His eyes go wide, as Dirk takes hold of his soul. He f͇͕͝l̢ͅi̳͈̼̼̝̜c̜͓k̢̺̖͈e̴̖̣̼̣̥̗r̴s̵̩͍̳̤ in and out of f̜̻̫̱o c u s, blurring around Dirk's hand. He doesn't scream, but each time he c͇͔̜ụ̟̖̦̮̤͖͡t̼ş̦ i͎͉̜̦n̸̬̼͓͙͖ his mouth is contorted, as though he is in pain.]
He̙̫̺̻ ̨̠̘͚͈̘c͔̮̯͟a͖̹̻̩͖̱ͅn̹͕̣̱̻͠no̺͕̕t͉̱̬͇̖ ̧̼͉͚͕̜ͅe͎̘̦͙͚͢s̼̖̩̲̙c̸͎̫̥̣̩̬à͕̣͎̮͔̟̥p̘̬̳e̝̣̣͍͕͈͇͠ ̶̞̼͎͕̼͇̮m̥͖͎̪e̵͙̤̮͔.͜ ͔̺Y̢̦͍̠͍̮͚͕͎͚̳̩̤͖͙̕ͅớ̷͓̹̹̪͉̮͇̮̜̟̦͉͚̗̥̫̤̩̘͞͞ư͓͙̻͓͍̗͕̗̟̠̖͈̺̫͚͔̤̮ͅ ̶̢̟̖̯͓̰̘͔͔̲̙̞̭ͅ
b̧̨̗̠͓̫͔͓̟̙̦̞͈̰̤́e͏̨̢̥̗̝̗͉̪͔̖̪̝̻̺͍͔͈̪̭̕͝ḷ̸̷̨͕̲͇͎̰̤̬̲̘͇̼͍ò̮̬̱̦̬̣͚̯͇̗͙͎͎̣̫͖͖̭̤͘͝n҉̠̥͇̬̜̦͕̲̳̞̜̀g̠̮͍̰̹̤͕̭̹̤̀͠ ̦̟̺̯̼̫͘͝t̝͇̺͎̼͍̰̦̣̖̻͎͔̮͎̤̀͞
o̡̕͏͏̤̱̮̺̠̻͇̮̺̠̮̞̖͕̜̯̞ ̷̪̰̱͓̪͝m̶̶̯͚͓̳͍̼͉̱̤̖̱̳̗̖̼̪͖
ȩ̸̧̼̠̣̮̟͘͜--
[It's easy to pull his soul out, after everything: the dream has no defenses against this kind of fuckery. Everything fades to white for a moment, and the dream ends.]