[It's the fish room. Light is sitting on one of the floating couches, his face shadowed - well, more shadowed than usual - and still. The tiny, colourful fish are swimming in front of him and behind him, but he isn't paying attention to them.
He's looking a little greyer and more tired than he was last week, yet at the same time, it's clear there's still some way to fall. Perhaps a lot further than he's been thinking.]
[[OOC: private to
cipherhood]]