[Hands cross across his stomach. Fingers ball into fists and hide beneath his arms. He bows his head, looks down and away and hesitates for a moment before dragging his feet back towards the lounge. Misery is all he can expect, really. Why hope for better?
He doesn't listen to the voice telling him there is good in this. He cannot ignore it, though. The thought of having his armour next to the shield? It's a unity of sorts.
He wrinkles his nose and begins cleaning up his polishing kit.]
[There is no happiness or contentedness in looking at the armor slid out of sight. He clicks the light off, staring at the shadows for a moment longer before shutting the door with a quiet thump.
A closed chapter. A somber finality.
He tries to remind himself that there is hope as long as there is life, but it rings hollow -- whether it be because of the state or their world or the nature of Avalon, he does not know.
With a shake of his head, he leaves the hallway to prepare a meal.]
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He doesn't listen to the voice telling him there is good in this. He cannot ignore it, though. The thought of having his armour next to the shield? It's a unity of sorts.
He wrinkles his nose and begins cleaning up his polishing kit.]
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A closed chapter. A somber finality.
He tries to remind himself that there is hope as long as there is life, but it rings hollow -- whether it be because of the state or their world or the nature of Avalon, he does not know.
With a shake of his head, he leaves the hallway to prepare a meal.]