Different stories - AxACONFESSION
He never had done this. Arthur had never used PASIV for his own purpose or needs. It was unprofessional and unnecessary. He didn't need to do this, never. But this time was different. This time he felt as if he was going to go insane. He literally had to do this. With desperation in his movements, he reached for the needle. It was night and the warehouse was empty. Nobody will disturb him until morning. He set the time and pushed the button. In the next second he was deeply asleep.
His dream was simple. An average city filled with projection of his subconscious. He looked around. He knew she was somewhere there. Arthur was painfully aware that she imprinted on his subconscious for the rest of his mere life. He needed to find her and do this. If he couldn't tell her in a real world he'll tell her in a dream. Ariadne, it was all about her. Always, since she had appeared in the warehouse. She wouldn't choose him, she would never. Why should she? He dealt with it, watchin