What's the point in living?
Howl Pendragon flew to his Castle that was being contained within the City (much to Calcifer's discomfort) and let himself in, letting the door shut heavily behind him. What did he care? Umehito had been especially reclusive in the past few weeks and there was another citizen of the City who hated him. The new scientist, engineer, whatever stupid mundane profession he had sold his soul to!, had been particurally cold to him.
Howl slumped into a wooden chair in front of the fireplace (Calcifer had apparently gone to explore the City because the hearth was empty and the stones cold) and pulled his face into his hands. Was there any point in trying to live anymore?
Howl slumped into a wooden chair in front of the fireplace (Calcifer had apparently gone to explore the City because the hearth was empty and the stones cold) and pulled his face into his hands. Was there any point in trying to live anymore?