Dawn, huh?
It looked like another habit, this one less ... disgusting.
All the more power to it, I guess.
I wasn't exactly quiet when I went back to 'my' room to dress for the day, but some habits reach across worlds I suppose. Or dementia. One or the other.
I didn't even really _notice_, but my mind was otherwise occupied with other, more important things.
Like how to put one foot in front of the other.
"Ah! B-brother?"
I spent a few moments in looking dumbly at a plum-haired girl about 'my' age, caught half in the process of picking up shards of the cup I'd sent into the far wall.
"I'm sorry. I'll be done right away. I-I'll try to do better next time, I promise."
She busied herself with that, then quickly and quietly brushed past me on her way out, keeping her eyes to the ground.
The door slid shut as she exited.
I resisted the temptation to just sit down on the floor and stare blankly.
Barely.
Shit.
You know, reading about it, even sort-of-half-remembering it, is different than actually seeing.
Somehow, my own position didn't seem too bad, all things considered. After all, I was only going to die, right?
Calmly, managing to press any lingering aches and pains into the back of my mind, I proceeded to dress. Somewhere in the middle of it, Sakura came back and cleaned up the tea spill still left.
"I'm going," I threw out, leaving.
"H-have a good day, brother."
I wanted to run.
Maybe if I went far away, I could just leave all this ... wrongness ... behind?
Sadly, that wasn't really and option.
One can still dream, though.
Right?
After all, there's no immediate need for action.
Right?
Right.
So escapism is alright, then?
In his mind.
Don't worry, though. He'll start getting his shit together soon.
Valles is right, though. Writing Sakura is hard.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm