［１５］ Tough, I ain’t never been nothing but tough, all my edges have always been rough

[halfamemory]

[Lavi is sitting out in one of the many courtyards but for once it's not the cherry tree courtyard he's known to frequent. Instead it's a summer one with the heat of the sun baking everything to a comfortable level. Lavi had been in the same spot for hours just thinking and hadn't broken a sweat thanks to the soft breeze that blew every so often and carried the scent of clean laundry. There is in fact a clothesline on the other side of the river that flows through the courtyard, bedsheets hanging on it and blowing in the breeze, a basket overturned and waiting for its owner to come back and collect.

But for now the courtyard is just occupied by Lavi on a wooden bench, thinking about what happened to him so recently and wondering what'll happen to him now.]