[It's been quiet as of late, in ways he does not like. There has been silence in ways others cannot hear, and Nigredo wonders if his mind is slipping off its axis. It clouds with possibility, paranoia murmuring beneath a well-placed lid, but denial would not allow him past that edge.
That final point.
They bring him to the Sun Room, and without protest, he sits in the indicated seat. His mind already moves in recognition, even if the nearby soul is no blood of his. Despite spats and differences, however, the two could be similar. They have the same drugged and wretched look.
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That final point.
They bring him to the Sun Room, and without protest, he sits in the indicated seat. His mind already moves in recognition, even if the nearby soul is no blood of his. Despite spats and differences, however, the two could be similar. They have the same drugged and wretched look.
Nigredo blinks.]
Rika?