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May 11, 2011 17:13

After having rested and recovered some, as well as patching up his wounds from the fight in El-Eal, Cray had taken to the streets. He wandered, getting used to his new surroundings and pondering just why he was still alive, and in the future no less. Of course there was no logical answer to be found.

However once coming to terms with the fact he found it strangely liberating. It was like a new start, except of course the few people who might come from the past and recognise him... But for the most part no one knew him, and he didn't know them. His horrible actions didn't carry here. And if what he heard was true then there was barely a trace of Kooluk, or him.

Of course he regretted what happened. It was all still a new wound on his mind, now that he was thinking straight...But even if he tried to atone there was no one...or nothing to benefit. Those who came from the past... He doubted an apology would make them feel better. Hell if he were them he'd take it as an insult.

Finally he came to a wall and stopped, sitting on it, and remained there for the time being. He had nowhere to be, nothing to do, he still needed to decide on the direction he was going to take now.

graham cray, tir mcdohl

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