[ Break leans on his stick, breathing hard. A good caning - that's what Gilbert needs. That's the only thing that will get through his stupid, thick, useless--
Right. He'll do it. Later. Right now he's... tired.
As he leaves Gilbert's room, he realizes how quiet it is. No voices in his head, nothing scrabbling about in his chest. He doesn't feel lonely; nor is he bereft. It's more like nostalgia. For the first time in years, he can remember his life before contracts or Chains; when he'd been just a knight, nothing more.
Life had been so simple, until he'd made a mess of it. ]
Fade to black
Right. He'll do it. Later. Right now he's... tired.
As he leaves Gilbert's room, he realizes how quiet it is. No voices in his head, nothing scrabbling about in his chest. He doesn't feel lonely; nor is he bereft. It's more like nostalgia. For the first time in years, he can remember his life before contracts or Chains; when he'd been just a knight, nothing more.
Life had been so simple, until he'd made a mess of it. ]