Opinions without 3.1415 are just Onions (Week1 post trial)

[ghostricked]

After everything, the house seems almost too still and too mundane. At least as long as the doors to that room remain closed. One by one those covered in what was once their teammate are lead to the showers or change in silence. There is no warm meal waiting for them. No words of encouragement.

Life goes on, regardless.

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[boardreversal]

['...Sissel is trying in his own way, isn't he?
Even though I can't hear his thoughts, I think....I understand what he's trying to say.']

...I know. Thank you, Sissel-kun.

[He starts petting him again, before gently trying to lift him in his arms and place him more against his chest, regardless of the faint blood smell on him.

If Sissel lets him, he'll gently bump his head against the cat's tiny one.]

...Let's...both do what we can, with what we have to help everyone with.

....No matter what happens in the future.

...Okay?

[ghostricked]

[This close to Battler's chest he can hear the lubdub of his heartbeat. Slower then he'd expect, considering. What had Battler seen to stay so calm right now, after seeming so emotional other times?

Was his own life not that much of a worry to him? Sissel can understand that.

When his head is bumped he'll nuzzle back, putting his paws on Battler's face as he does so, so he can get his scent on him better.

I'll do whatever I can to get you all free, I promise...]