super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
The faint smile that had presented itself with Foxe's observation faded as if it'd never been there in the first place. That particular question hadn't been asked of him in a while -- not since Foxe's last entry, he thought -- and each time, he fumbled with the right words to say. Fine appeared to be the happy medium between I've been better and I'm okay without being an outright lie, because the Not happy, but dealing with it seemed implicit. Even so, Foxe had heard it before and didn't deserve to be almost lied to. Few did.
There fell a short (but not stifling) silence, and then Lavitz spoke.
"I don't know, exactly. The answer keeps changing." He paused just long enough to nearly avoid bumping elbows with a man scurrying by. "I don't even really know how I am right now, but apparently you can see it better than I can."