You are the night-time fear
He appreciates her honesty: to admit to the flaws and lapses of judgment in your friends does not make you a bad one, but a better one. At least, that's what he thinks. How else can you help them grow? "Interesting," he murmurs. He thinks someone less favored would not have fared so well, had they done the same.Some things just won't change. The fickle nature of Gods could very well be one of those things.
Aamu carefully peers around the door when she opens it, not sure if they've come to the end of their road yet. He follows her, careful, taking a couple of steps into the abandoned clinic. Even with his muted sense of smell he can sense the disuse, the stale dust, and he has no trouble seeing the disarray. "I'm sorry," he offers quietly. It feels wrong to see someone's pride and joy like this; desecrated, empty.
Yet despite the state of her clinic she finds it in her to smile at him, offer to go with him when the time is right. Aamu's lips curve into a gentle and genuine smile, and he touches a hand over his heart. "Thank you, I appreciate it." His gaze roams the room. The end of their shared road, indeed. He has nothing to offer her at the moment, lest she put a broom in his hands.
"I'll leave you to take stock of things, then," he says, perhaps a bit hesitantly, as if unsure if he's supposed to be dismissing himself yet. When she does not indicate that he should stay he nods at her and retreats, sneezing a couple of times on the way out, before disappearing into the night to think.
[ fin~ <3 ]
You are the morning when it's clear
AAMU
