Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
"I think it might be a lost cause, dude."
Koa isn't heading to a shrine; he's just out for a stroll. And while Everest Hart isn't the last person he'd expected to find out here, the Aviator isn't far down that list. Truthfully, ever since Flora's revelation Koa's been nervous about approaching his fellow Dragoon. Infection looms large in the young man's mind, sparking his imagination and running rampant with it. Is Ever a spy? Contagious? Secretly plotting to murder them all?
But now as he kneels down beside his friend, Koa can't help but thinking that he looks, well... normal.
Without thinking he starts collecting seeds, despite being fully aware of the futility of the act. It's like a compulsion, helping his friend out. "You take up gardening? Thought that was Mateo's thing," Koa grins, glancing sidelong at Everest and trying to keep his inspection for tentacles as subtle as he can.
Koa isn't heading to a shrine; he's just out for a stroll. And while Everest Hart isn't the last person he'd expected to find out here, the Aviator isn't far down that list. Truthfully, ever since Flora's revelation Koa's been nervous about approaching his fellow Dragoon. Infection looms large in the young man's mind, sparking his imagination and running rampant with it. Is Ever a spy? Contagious? Secretly plotting to murder them all?
But now as he kneels down beside his friend, Koa can't help but thinking that he looks, well... normal.
Without thinking he starts collecting seeds, despite being fully aware of the futility of the act. It's like a compulsion, helping his friend out. "You take up gardening? Thought that was Mateo's thing," Koa grins, glancing sidelong at Everest and trying to keep his inspection for tentacles as subtle as he can.
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
