oo3 ∞ i'm on your side when nobody is, 'cause nobody is [ location: the forest ]
Near where Solomon dozed off a few hours earlier, dappled with light coming through the thin gaps that still exist in the frame of what will be his home here, Ambrose stirs.
It would be more accurate to say that he tries not to stir, finding himself in something like peace and clinging determinedly to the dissipating sleep as a balm over his exhaustion, his gaunt and bloody body. He doesn't question the silver embedded in his wrist, judging it to be some new punishment and slowly finding himself past caring; he clenches his hands instinctively and the grating pain of his ruined fingers jolts him into consciousness whether he wants it or not.
This is not where he fell into fitful sleep. This half-made home that cocoons around him, no, this is not the cell where he's been waiting. It feels familiar and wrong at the same time, and he starts to call, hoarsely, for Sanchari.
...but she doesn't come, and the forest is quiet, and there is little left in Ambrose strong enough to weep for his freedom or his emptiness.
[ sol's past is present glitch begins, quietly :3 ]