⚔ // stress in solitude

[discutio]

[Once Saturn had left, Ignis took a slow breath to steady himself before standing and speaking again.]

I think we have a fair amount of things to discuss, after that. But we'll also need to rest and recover here; We may be able to take it at Saturn's word that he won't alert Cyrus to us, but overstaying our welcome by more than a couple of days is unwise--that means we need to take advantage of this as much as we can.

[Strategy was easier. The words came naturally, and he was able to hold focus.]

If anyone needs me or wishes to assist, I'll be in the kitchen. I'm aware we just ate, but I presume we'll all be more comfortable if one of our own makes breakfast in the morning.

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[discutio]

That's a charming epithet. Busy nightlife, then?

[semistableman]

Yeah.

Even during the Depression, the city was alive. 'Course it wasn't like I could really enjoy it, but it was still there.

[discutio]

...What about now?

[Something about the brief hesitation before he asked made it sound like that was a little more than idle curiosity.

[semistableman]

[He's glad Ignis can't see his distraught expression.]

....Unfortunately, I can't go back. I don't even recognize my city anymore.

[discutio]

[A long silence followed that, Ignis pressing a hand to his head as if struggling with something he knew he should say and yet either couldn't articulate it or lacked the will to admit it.]

...neither do I.

[semistableman]

It sucks, doesn't it?

When home stops being home.