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The stars. Oh, how empathetic he was to them. Watching over all, from the problems of the world, to its miracles. Even so, incapable of acting, of feeling. Forever only watching.
Releasing a sigh, he rolled over in the rooftop, trying to sleep. He'd sneaked to its roof, searching a peaceful place to sleep.
But even if there weren't any noises stopping him, his own demons stopped his sleep. He'd admit he actually felt the slightest bit of fear on the prospect of facing him again.
Rolled over, he went back to watching the stars. He was once in their place, being unable to do anything. The feeling absolutely disgusted him. He held to the comfort supplied by the ground, promising to never allow himself to go back to the skies.
He rolled over again. The man who was supposed to be his family kept impeding him from doing what was best. From making the world a better place. From saving those pitiful souls.
Oh, how he both pitied and scorned the stars.
He breathed again, feeling the cold air entering his nostrils and the hot air leaving his mouth. 'This... is something I never thought I'd miss.'
Relishing the very feeling of being in control of his body, he rolled on the rooftop for the heck of it, chuckling. Being found out wasn't that big of a problem for someone who could control the Ark.
Another breath was released. He knew he had two options. Winning against his inner demons by not facing them and losing to the ones outside when they came or possibly not waking up.
A hard choice, honestly.
Having finally abandoned his fear, he let himself drift off to sleep.
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He blinked. Taking in the scenario, he felt his heartbeat speed up. His arms and legs fought against the chains. Sure, he remembered them, but the last time he had managed to break them and wake up.
Stopping the struggle, he looked up. That same teen- no, man- had that calm polite smile on his face, sitting in a chair similar to his own. An amused glint in his steely eyes.
"So, how does it feel?" The mocking voice was incredibly amused. He felt his face settle into a scowl, but instead of giving a snarky reply -like that time me and your mom tried shibari- he kept his composure.
"The chains are kind of cold and too tight. Mind letting them a bit loose next time?" The man on the other chair's eyes narrowed in the slightest. He was surely annoyed.
"Maybe I'll replace them with handcuffs for the thief you are." A chuckle was the response, both of them knowing exactly what was being mentioned.
"But you have to thank me for that, don't you?" Was the bound man's reply, following the chuckle. They both laughed at that.
"Even if it didn't work, one less weapon for the Earl is one less Weapon for the Earl." Was the comment of the jailer, as he sipped on a purple juice that had magically appeared.
"Indeed. But alas, the Earl made a new Ark, ruining the value of my favor. Mind giving me some of the juice?" Responded the bound man. The jailer threw a second cup, no juice going out of it.
"You know, I'm proud of you. Managing to get this far in mental fights this fast." Continued the bound man. The other gave an honest smile.
"I try, uncle."