[Log: Raiel/Garnet] Post-DC: Waiting [Fin]
It was over.
The thought hit him like a freight train. He sank to the bed, all his strength suddenly gone beneath of force of that realization. It was over. His friends had all gone home, and now it was just him and Garnet, waiting to be sent off to start a new life in a new world. This whole era was behind them now. No more Manhattan, no more needing to stay on guard for crabs in the streets, no more being in danger of getting caught in the path of one of the monsters, no more economy-less anarchy full of people who wouldn't step forward when they needed to.
And it was the official end of the era that marked his life before Manhattan, too. No more Europe, no more Mazoku, no more Magic Music or Firebird or river or snow or ocean or earth spirits, no more quest to the Northern Capital, and he'd never have to face Chestra but he'd probably never see Hamel or Flute or Trom or Sizer or Ocarina or Oboe ever again either.
This was it. He was leaving behind his entire life up to this point and starting a completely new one, in a completely new world.
He was scared, he realized. Worried and apprehensive. Tomorrow he and Garnet and what things they were bringing with them were being sent off to a new life where they would be expected to live like normal people, and he realized that he had no idea how to act like a normal person according to this world's standards.
The day before, they'd said their good-byes and come to the real Manhattan. CFP had taken care of them, thrown them the keys to a hotel room and told them where to be the next morning. And that morning they'd spent talking to CFP agents, getting paperwork processed so that they could exist according to the United States government. (Raiel'd had to pick a last name. That had been interesting.)
And now it was evening, and everything was taken care of, and all that was left was to wait for morning when their uncertain future would officially begin.
The thought hit him like a freight train. He sank to the bed, all his strength suddenly gone beneath of force of that realization. It was over. His friends had all gone home, and now it was just him and Garnet, waiting to be sent off to start a new life in a new world. This whole era was behind them now. No more Manhattan, no more needing to stay on guard for crabs in the streets, no more being in danger of getting caught in the path of one of the monsters, no more economy-less anarchy full of people who wouldn't step forward when they needed to.
And it was the official end of the era that marked his life before Manhattan, too. No more Europe, no more Mazoku, no more Magic Music or Firebird or river or snow or ocean or earth spirits, no more quest to the Northern Capital, and he'd never have to face Chestra but he'd probably never see Hamel or Flute or Trom or Sizer or Ocarina or Oboe ever again either.
This was it. He was leaving behind his entire life up to this point and starting a completely new one, in a completely new world.
He was scared, he realized. Worried and apprehensive. Tomorrow he and Garnet and what things they were bringing with them were being sent off to a new life where they would be expected to live like normal people, and he realized that he had no idea how to act like a normal person according to this world's standards.
The day before, they'd said their good-byes and come to the real Manhattan. CFP had taken care of them, thrown them the keys to a hotel room and told them where to be the next morning. And that morning they'd spent talking to CFP agents, getting paperwork processed so that they could exist according to the United States government. (Raiel'd had to pick a last name. That had been interesting.)
And now it was evening, and everything was taken care of, and all that was left was to wait for morning when their uncertain future would officially begin.