[A scrap of horror, similar enough to the real horrors of his life, but strange and twisted and fleeting, without the real weight of Ruin, of the endless ash, of burning the world down and breaking Vin under his hands. A nightmare he can wake up from, walk away from, leave behind to dissipate with the morning mists. Marsh is actually okay, and his tone is in keeping with this, dry and mild. He has nightmares every time he tries to sleep; they are small things.]
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[A scrap of horror, similar enough to the real horrors of his life, but strange and twisted and fleeting, without the real weight of Ruin, of the endless ash, of burning the world down and breaking Vin under his hands. A nightmare he can wake up from, walk away from, leave behind to dissipate with the morning mists. Marsh is actually okay, and his tone is in keeping with this, dry and mild. He has nightmares every time he tries to sleep; they are small things.]