I am filled with unrest. This day must pass soon. Even the calmest blue, and the most soothing black of the sky cannot cure my unease. For this day to pass so, without seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting. What is this listlessness in my heart? What is the cure? To worry is to realize, to realize is to deny, to deny is to ignore, and to ignore is to
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(ooc: Still haven't finished the log with Yagyuu, but Akaya is in dire need of comforting. He's a broken wreck.)
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