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6/24: shirasu
[ The open grounds means for plenty of space to pace and it still doesn't feel like enough to work up the nervous energy that'd been building up in Natsuo ever since this morning. There's a sense of wrongness, a sense of relief, there's failure and duty and sorrow and ...overwhelming relief.
He's so relieved, to be alive, to breathe air again, to be able to see everybody, even though he'd chosen to remove himself from everybody and retreat to sit on the rooftop of the horse stalls where he can look down upon the sprawling grounds, like he's hoping to find answers amongst the grass, the gardens, the cold stone walls of the castle itself. ]
He's so relieved, to be alive, to breathe air again, to be able to see everybody, even though he'd chosen to remove himself from everybody and retreat to sit on the rooftop of the horse stalls where he can look down upon the sprawling grounds, like he's hoping to find answers amongst the grass, the gardens, the cold stone walls of the castle itself. ]