[Eames falls asleep quickly, but it's not like before. He'd been so exhausted that his body shut down in some effort to recover some of that energy. This time is more normal and it lets his subconscious run wild.]
[It's a fitful sleep, dreams-- nightmares of all sorts. Of being turned into the perfect soldier, of Arthur dead, of beatings and more creative tortures. Eames doesn't toss or turn much, but he makes a lot of noises of distress in his sleep, groans and almost growls, face pulled into an expression of pain.]
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[It's a fitful sleep, dreams-- nightmares of all sorts. Of being turned into the perfect soldier, of Arthur dead, of beatings and more creative tortures. Eames doesn't toss or turn much, but he makes a lot of noises of distress in his sleep, groans and almost growls, face pulled into an expression of pain.]