[He's...back outside. He has his clothes and his jacket again, he feels more like himself but still...
He doesn't know.
He wants to talk to Jon. He wants to go to work and cook dinner and even hang out with the animals. He wants to feel like he isn't simply pretending to have himself together. But he should, he needs to. He can't let this topple him, so he won't. A king doesn't...
A king doesn't pick fights with guards. A king maintains his dignity. A king is anything but Chris Sonom. He's made this circle before and he'll make it again before the day is done. Jacob's trying to keep his attention, and it is working, but Chris insisted on some time alone. Mostly for his assassin to get out and check on his places and people. Yet even once he's left, Chris feels...too alone. He keeps staring off into space and losing time like he had after the pit and he doesn't know what to do about it.
The text sound startles him a little, but it's a welcome interruption. At least until he sees the name and his stomach can't decide what it's doing anymore. He pushes Amelia's words under the feeling of guilt that rises up and clings to that instead.]
Hey Would have likely helped more if I'd slept more than a handful of minutes at a time. Have you recovered from your mana imbalance? You were really out of it.
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He doesn't know.
He wants to talk to Jon. He wants to go to work and cook dinner and even hang out with the animals. He wants to feel like he isn't simply pretending to have himself together. But he should, he needs to. He can't let this topple him, so he won't. A king doesn't...
A king doesn't pick fights with guards. A king maintains his dignity. A king is anything but Chris Sonom. He's made this circle before and he'll make it again before the day is done. Jacob's trying to keep his attention, and it is working, but Chris insisted on some time alone. Mostly for his assassin to get out and check on his places and people. Yet even once he's left, Chris feels...too alone. He keeps staring off into space and losing time like he had after the pit and he doesn't know what to do about it.
The text sound startles him a little, but it's a welcome interruption. At least until he sees the name and his stomach can't decide what it's doing anymore. He pushes Amelia's words under the feeling of guilt that rises up and clings to that instead.]
Hey
Would have likely helped more if I'd slept more than a handful of minutes at a time.
Have you recovered from your mana imbalance? You were really out of it.