Jude
Thread by thread, I come apart
If brokenness is a work of art, this must be my masterpiece
The first thought he has after discovering Noe is infected is to join the hunt for Vi's roses. He'd been in line for the skyboat to the Greatwood when a different idea slipped into his brain, a lingering question he'd been too scared to seek answers to. Cowardice won't help Noe though, and there's nothing Jude won't do for her. No ghost he won't face down. If brokenness is a work of art, this must be my masterpiece
The door in front of him is only vaguely familiar after so many years, but he knows he's in the right place. Lyra hadn't been a large presence in his life, but she'd been a relatively regular one. He's not sure she'll recognize him - how much does he resemble the young kid she once looked after? Jude tries to remain as unaware of his physical body as possible frankly. He avoids mirrors like the plague. Can he even recall what he looked like as a kid?
Unwilling to admit how the thought shakes him, Jude lifts a hand and knocks before he can second guess himself. "Um...Ms. Lyra? Are you home? It's Jude." He immediately winces, feeling stupid for saying so when he isn't sure if his name will mean anything to her now.
