Duck Lake This is the face of a miracle. A real and true and tragic-beyond-imagination miracle

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When was the last time he'd slept? It must have been the night before he'd found Octavia. Stark hadn't slept since then, he'd tried once and it had ended up with nightmares - the fight with Octavia, of killing her and her blood all over his maw. It stained red into his coat, richer than Pepper, richer than anything he'd ever seen. 

Stark couldn't handle that and so he avoided it. He just simply wouldn't sleep. 

He swallowed thickly and tipped his head back, avoiding any sense of emotion and sought to desperately cram it back down into the box it had sprung up from. It was pretty here - the type of place that maybe they would have gone to. Instead Stark was stumbling along like a zombie trying to stay awake and as far away from himself as possible.