【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十️二章：呼吸 Breath(13)

“So that’s why,” the words escaped my lips as the realisation struck me and rose out of my combat stance.
That's why I couldn't leave.
It was her.
I forced my hand open, releasing the flail as Alessandra jerked in place on the bed and let out another cry. She was having a nightmare, I’d seen it more than enough in the slaves of the Kabal I’d served. 
Archon Shae’lith had been fond of filling his slave pens with psychogenic gases meant to overstimulate the audio/visual cortex of the Mon-Keigh’s primitive brain. That combined with ingested hallucinogens in their food made for a literal nightmare of a cocktail. I’d asked him about it once when the shrieking had grown such that it was distracting some of my Wyches, and he had said that it helped him sleep.