Dani is thinking only about getting out of here, away from the feast and everyone taking part in it. This is being played for fun, and they all look like they're having fun - especially Armand, who's clearly holding court. But he can't be around anything like that, it makes him feel sick. He feels like he's pushing through the crowd in his old field again, feels--
Oh. There's a man in front of him, holding his hands. Looking right in his face. Dani doesn't know him, but what he's doing is enough to pull Dani out of his head and back to the present, which helps in itself.
"I..." His heart is thudding, his throat painful with the effort of trying to talk around the lump in it. He's blinking rapidly. "I can't-- what they're doing, I need to--"
Despite this failure to communicate, he is trying to do what Diarmuid says. His fingers grip the monk's and he walks with him, tries to focus on him, tries to forget about what's behind them. If he can just get back to the house...
Re: a vampire feast
Oh. There's a man in front of him, holding his hands. Looking right in his face. Dani doesn't know him, but what he's doing is enough to pull Dani out of his head and back to the present, which helps in itself.
"I..." His heart is thudding, his throat painful with the effort of trying to talk around the lump in it. He's blinking rapidly. "I can't-- what they're doing, I need to--"
Despite this failure to communicate, he is trying to do what Diarmuid says. His fingers grip the monk's and he walks with him, tries to focus on him, tries to forget about what's behind them. If he can just get back to the house...