let the whole world look in

// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //

The guards did offer some relief. Some. In the means that he’s likely losing his mind. Because he’s seen the figure again and again, neither Haai nor the guards having seen anything. And it lends him into crumbling in on himself day after day. Today, however, he doesn’t hear the door open – half asleep in a chair by the window as was his usual perch, having missed seeing Nate’s arrival up the cliffs edge. He only stirs when he hears Nate’s voice, part of him keeping him in that strange limbo of just waking up, where you can’t tell if it was a dream or not.

But it isn’t. He can hear the voice continue, can now hear the footsteps as they approach, eyes opening with bags beneath them from terrible sleep and quite a lengthy hangover. It takes him a moment to register and by that time, Nate’s stopped in front of him, a swift realization that has him ignoring all the rest in order to stumble a bit wobbly to his feet and to crash into Nate with a tight hug, burying his face into Nate’s shoulder and hair. You’re home. He manages, though it almost sounds like a relieved prayer in comparison to anything from before.

The rest of the questions come to mind, however, and he focuses on them, where to start. “Jack’s… Had people watching the house and the Slagveld for me.” He half mumbles, before he keeps his head tucked in and away from Nate’s face. “Ek dink ek verloor my kop.” It comes out quietly, sadly, having been unable to tell anyone but Melita and Jack and now Nate. I missed you.

// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //

SUNJATA