In the clinic, he lost his mind and found it again.
He was
cleaned up and sent on his way once they'd given him painkillers and some care. He was fine by that; he knew how to get home, but despite everything, he needed to be out. He needed to make sure he had dodged death once again. He hit the streets and walked, taking in the city with dark eyes and a sneer.
It still couldn't manage to kill him. Couldn't say the same for the Mayor, he supposed. It seemed to be grinding through that family without much thought. No matter; he'd have to discuss it the headmaster to see how the students were handling it. The private academy he taught out was very exclusive, very expensive; if anyone knew anything about it, it would filter through the headmaster eventuallys. Children talked, often on topics that their parents thought better kept under wraps...
He stopped at the newspaper stand, bought a paper and gleaned what he could from it.