Evin woke the next morning muddleheaded, or whatever morning it was after what had happened, in his own room.
He woke up to a hearty al on his desk, with a note that said it was breakfast. By the size of the thing, Evin guessed that it was Arza's doing.
'Always eating like so overindulgent pig,' he thought spitefully.
the voice greeted.
"Mm…" Evin replied feeling off. "What happened?"
the voice said gravely.
The ntion of Evin's fight with Decatur stirred an even greater anger in Evin's heart. He then noticed his still broken arm and the faint pulse of pain that radiated from it. He tried to find the words to vocalize his emotions, but it was in vain.
the voice sighed, knowing Evin's emotions. it continued softly.
As he was sharing the voice's mind, Evin saw the logic in its statents.
Evin nodded, his heavy breathing stilling slightly.
With the calmness that was granted by the voice, Evin finally noticed this oddity. Ever since he awoke, he was in a foul mood, seeking to butt heads with anyone that ca in his mind.
the voice said simply.
Evin rembered all the tis he had to suffer the voice's jabs on top of the hurt that plagued his body.
"It never helped. You know?" Evin said, his voice tight. "You were just like a fly that lands on a bleeding wound."
the voice sighed.
Evin detected the sa fear in the voice's tones that he felt yesterday, when he was numb to everything.
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