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If I oversleep tomorrow, I'm blaming you!



The city, no matter how many times he visited, and no matter how many nights he spent there, never felt very welcoming. There were eyes around the corners and the ashes of burnt down buildings drifting at his feet. Reminders and ghosts, things that he pushed away but which always came back. He didn't know why he still came at all. Was it still an escape if everything could still follow him there? There were multiple sets of walls: those at the edge of the mist, again at the edge of the collective territories that made up 'Souls, and again at the edge of the world. No matter how far he ran, he would always be a prisoner of his own mind.



The scarred hybrid saw the glowing, white wolfess, but did spare her a glance or a moment's pause. He wasn't there to socialize, never was. It was something he knew he needed more of but never felt inclined to do when the opportunity came. Besides, she didn't seem like she wanted to be bothered. No one ever did, right? Move along, move along. You've got nothing to say anyway.



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