006.th Fragment [action+voice]
[ Aether is disappointed.
He never thought he could feel disappointed over something like this. It is an undeniable truth that he cannot handle violence. The last draft, when he spent a week in bed before his mind reshaped itself into something that could function once again, was the ultimate proof of that. And yet, knowing that there were people fighting out there for several days leaves a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Is this because he couldn't help anyone on the front lines? Is there something out there that actually calls for him? Aether has no idea and it makes his mood turn almost foul.
Rather than explore the village like this, he settles down in the library. Estelle still isn't back - he's beginning to worry, although he tells himself not to - and he figures cleaning the place and putting the books back into their places is a worthwhile thing to do. It takes him a long time and a major realization that he has no idea how she manages to do this every day, but it's a welcome distraction. It keeps him from thinking about stupid things.
Anyone is welcome to run into him during that time. It's already late evening by the time he's done and he doesn't even bother to leave the library. He simply makes himself comfortable at one of the reading tables and, after tapping on the journal's cover a few times, finally opens it.
When he speaks, his voice is dry and almost lost in thought. ]
Is anyone from the recent draft up for talking yet? There are things about it I would know.
He never thought he could feel disappointed over something like this. It is an undeniable truth that he cannot handle violence. The last draft, when he spent a week in bed before his mind reshaped itself into something that could function once again, was the ultimate proof of that. And yet, knowing that there were people fighting out there for several days leaves a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Is this because he couldn't help anyone on the front lines? Is there something out there that actually calls for him? Aether has no idea and it makes his mood turn almost foul.
Rather than explore the village like this, he settles down in the library. Estelle still isn't back - he's beginning to worry, although he tells himself not to - and he figures cleaning the place and putting the books back into their places is a worthwhile thing to do. It takes him a long time and a major realization that he has no idea how she manages to do this every day, but it's a welcome distraction. It keeps him from thinking about stupid things.
Anyone is welcome to run into him during that time. It's already late evening by the time he's done and he doesn't even bother to leave the library. He simply makes himself comfortable at one of the reading tables and, after tapping on the journal's cover a few times, finally opens it.
When he speaks, his voice is dry and almost lost in thought. ]
Is anyone from the recent draft up for talking yet? There are things about it I would know.