a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
He’d planned on hunkering down in his home with his family during LongNight. Spending time between there and the workshop. Only… Things didn’t work out that way – not with the attack on the palace. Not when the rubble had destroyed part of his home, had caught his parents in the aftermath. And a bit of cleaning up, a private funeral for his parents and all that were left of the Westfalls… Well, he has nowhere else to go other than the Academy.
He just doesn’t want to be alone.
So he grabs a few things with him, a bag of tools and some wood to craft and try to keep his mind busy, head ducked between his shoulders as he slips through the doors and ignores everyone that might try to speak to him, heading straight for the rooms of beds and pausing when he has to figure out he needs to choose one. He doesn’t know what’s taken and what’s not, and he really doesn’t feel like talking. So he evades it for the time being, moving to the other side of the Academy against the wall where a chair sits that seems particularly abandoned, and sets his bag in there – fingers lingering on the edge of the fabric of it as he debates whether or not to just set up there.
He just doesn’t want to be alone.
So he grabs a few things with him, a bag of tools and some wood to craft and try to keep his mind busy, head ducked between his shoulders as he slips through the doors and ignores everyone that might try to speak to him, heading straight for the rooms of beds and pausing when he has to figure out he needs to choose one. He doesn’t know what’s taken and what’s not, and he really doesn’t feel like talking. So he evades it for the time being, moving to the other side of the Academy against the wall where a chair sits that seems particularly abandoned, and sets his bag in there – fingers lingering on the edge of the fabric of it as he debates whether or not to just set up there.
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
