[Alit flips the device off and sits back, feeling an initial rush of tempered relief that he doesn't even begin to question. He hadn't been rejected and for now that's enough. He can question all the messy details later when he's more open to even acknowledging them, let alone processing them.
The barian doesn't linger long at home. It's filled with little more than shadows to keep him company at the moment and if it weren't for III accepting his demands, he likely still would have wandered out to be rid of them. On his way out, he has the courtesy to shoot Kotori a quick message lest they loose track of each other today of all days. It wouldn't help anyone to compound the loss unnecessarily.
It doesn't even cross his mind to grab a coat; he just ventures out into the frozen wasteland that was once their neighborhood and though the deadly chill sinks into his bones within minutes of exposure Alit can't say he minds the numbing effect is has as he makes the quick jaunt to 1499. Instead of his thoughts, he focuses on his breath, crystallizing before his very eyes, and the sensation of the winter air enacting the timeless lethargy of desiccation on his living flesh.
Ten, maybe fifteen minutes pass before he's facing the plain white door that blends right in to the wintry surroundings, the setting of their subjection and he sighs, like he's lost more than just body heat on the way.
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[Alit flips the device off and sits back, feeling an initial rush of tempered relief that he doesn't even begin to question. He hadn't been rejected and for now that's enough. He can question all the messy details later when he's more open to even acknowledging them, let alone processing them.
The barian doesn't linger long at home. It's filled with little more than shadows to keep him company at the moment and if it weren't for III accepting his demands, he likely still would have wandered out to be rid of them. On his way out, he has the courtesy to shoot Kotori a quick message lest they loose track of each other today of all days. It wouldn't help anyone to compound the loss unnecessarily.
It doesn't even cross his mind to grab a coat; he just ventures out into the frozen wasteland that was once their neighborhood and though the deadly chill sinks into his bones within minutes of exposure Alit can't say he minds the numbing effect is has as he makes the quick jaunt to 1499. Instead of his thoughts, he focuses on his breath, crystallizing before his very eyes, and the sensation of the winter air enacting the timeless lethargy of desiccation on his living flesh.
Ten, maybe fifteen minutes pass before he's facing the plain white door that blends right in to the wintry surroundings, the setting of their subjection and he sighs, like he's lost more than just body heat on the way.
This time, he rings the bell.]