[ How long has it been since they all awoke at that wretched tree? Two days, maybe three? Time doesn't really have any meaning anyway, not with the way Gen's been aimlessly sleeping the hours away, drifting between nightmares (awful but familiar), coherency (awful and unwelcome) and some unpleasant middle ground (awful all around). But at some point, trying to sleep any more just rewards him with a throbbing headache and dizziness, and so he needs to do something, no matter how much he doesn't want to.
And so one afternoon finds Ruby receiving a nudge across Communion. It's more listless and weary than Gen's usual mental signature across Communion, like he simply can't muster the energy for his usual, prickly facade. The equivalent of a hand smacking open-palmed against her door, just once, in a drained demand for her attention.
And the moment she answers, Gen's words come through, hoarse and curt: ]
late takiltu ; communion
And so one afternoon finds Ruby receiving a nudge across Communion. It's more listless and weary than Gen's usual mental signature across Communion, like he simply can't muster the energy for his usual, prickly facade. The equivalent of a hand smacking open-palmed against her door, just once, in a drained demand for her attention.
And the moment she answers, Gen's words come through, hoarse and curt: ]
Where are you.