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Time tends to be fluid when you're dead. Or maybe it's the mind that's fluid - in attempting to adjust to its new status, in attempting to make this make sense, keeping track of regular things is less important. Either way, all Raito knows is that he's somehow managed to be in the bar over a week, and not get acclimated to his surroundings at all.
This is unacceptable. He must adjust more quickly, no matter what else is going on. He will do this soon, and force it upon himself. But in the meantime, he is sitting outside.
It's an old habit of his, when he needs to think. Sit outside and stare at the night sky.
He seems no need to break it now, though he is making sure to be cautious and aware.
This is unacceptable. He must adjust more quickly, no matter what else is going on. He will do this soon, and force it upon himself. But in the meantime, he is sitting outside.
It's an old habit of his, when he needs to think. Sit outside and stare at the night sky.
He seems no need to break it now, though he is making sure to be cautious and aware.