(because we hear people are looking)
Somewhere, quiet, in the Mansion, Sebastian is fighting to get out. But not in the way he did before, trying to step back to the Den or even to Glorianna's island. His heart is dark and cold, and he seeks a place to match that feeling. If it had just been the one...the one stranger...perhaps he could have forgiven himself for losing control once. But Gwen is dead, and that's all that currently matters.
He stands eventually, slow and ungraceful, and goes to find his way outside. Perhaps if he walks long enough he can find a bridge to align with the darkness settled in him now. His green eyes, brilliant and gemstone-like, are brighter than ever, but lowered to the ground. He won't catch someone again. It's been such a long time. And he doesn't even have an excuse for it.
He stands eventually, slow and ungraceful, and goes to find his way outside. Perhaps if he walks long enough he can find a bridge to align with the darkness settled in him now. His green eyes, brilliant and gemstone-like, are brighter than ever, but lowered to the ground. He won't catch someone again. It's been such a long time. And he doesn't even have an excuse for it.