Aurelia
Aurelia's actually not here to specifically wait for Ronin to meet her, like some dark dealing made in an alleyway - though she's done plenty of those, too. No, this really is her office, and so she's here because... well, she doesn't have anywhere else to be. And she did ask that he meet her here, so maybe she is kind of waiting.
But there are things to be done here.
Like sweep the floors, change the bedding from Hotaru's cell now that she won't be using it anymore. Or file away notes about a certain case - the only case as of recent. Haulani isn't exactly a lawful city. It's true. It's clear that the jailhouse has essentially been used to contain rowdy citizens, perhaps sometimes the criminals stupid enough to get caught up in a place like this. The office was more of an afterthought, an 'oh, right, we should probably have one of those'. But Aurelia's done a lot with the space here, and now it looks like maybe someone actually tries to solve... something.
Not that she's gotten very far with that.
Aurelia's breath is a heavy sigh as she collects papers from a board on the wall. Dots connected, notes written. None of it seems to matter anymore. The season changed and with it, it seems as though everyone else is ready to move on. But here she is, wondering if Hotaru's freedom spells out her own doom.
But there are things to be done here.
Like sweep the floors, change the bedding from Hotaru's cell now that she won't be using it anymore. Or file away notes about a certain case - the only case as of recent. Haulani isn't exactly a lawful city. It's true. It's clear that the jailhouse has essentially been used to contain rowdy citizens, perhaps sometimes the criminals stupid enough to get caught up in a place like this. The office was more of an afterthought, an 'oh, right, we should probably have one of those'. But Aurelia's done a lot with the space here, and now it looks like maybe someone actually tries to solve... something.
Not that she's gotten very far with that.
Aurelia's breath is a heavy sigh as she collects papers from a board on the wall. Dots connected, notes written. None of it seems to matter anymore. The season changed and with it, it seems as though everyone else is ready to move on. But here she is, wondering if Hotaru's freedom spells out her own doom.
So leave me and tell me what I already know
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
