Drawing was always a solace to him.
General Tiedoll hummed a cheerful tune as he put the finishing touches to his sketch of a serene lake, even though the news of Daisya's death still weighed on him like a black cloud hanging overhead. Without his jokes and pranks, missions were too quiet, too grim. It still seemed inconceivable that somebody so full of life could die so suddenly and so horribly, but that was what it meant to be an exorcist. Right now, Tiedoll needed something to take his mind off the thought.
"Che. When are we going to get any further with this mission?" Kanda said, scowling as he folded his arms.
"This picture's almost done, just give me a few more moments," Tiedoll reassured him softly.
Kanda gave an irritated sigh. "Why do you draw so much anyway?" he asked. "You've seen what this world is like. Yet you still try to see beauty in it. I don't get it."
Tiedoll fell silent. Kanda, despite his aloofness, could be surprisingly perceptive sometimes. "Maybe..." he finally said, "That's exactly why."
With that he closed the sketchbook and put it away. Another mission awaited them, and they would inevitably witness suffering and destruction as always. Drawing idyllic landscapes was more than just a hobby to him. It was a way of staying sane.
While he experienced the horrors of the Black Order and the holy war, he needed to focus on the beauty of the world.
