seventeen spirits

[endthem]

[after sleeping the night away at the Castle, Legato's finally dragging his sorry ass 'home'. He looks exactly like one would expect someone to look from having been out taking a steady beating of smaller injuries for three nights. A nice even pummeling. Looking sort of menacing and homeless.]

[into the journal as he walks, his voice even emptier than usual with exhaustion]  ...Well.

I suppose that was the closest it could have gotten, without it all actually ending.

I wonder if there will be a time that it doesn't hold back.