~Dark~

Artemis sat inside his room, shutters down. They needn't be. It was dark outside as well.

He liked that.

He liked the dark.

The world was so much simpler when there were only hazy shapes to be perceived. There was less judgment. Less knowledge and a poorer sense of awareness, perhaps, but it was nice to be ignorant. He missed being young. Younger than he was now, at least.

Younger, when he had no business in politics. When he was free to be naïve.

Dark.

But soon, I'll have to return… to light.