InsaneJournal

[Action | so very open]
[Zelgadis didn't need to wait for dark, or to try calling, or to ask those bastards at the kiosk to know she was gone. The moment Saber vanished he just felt it, the connection he'd only barely noticed all these months dissolving as quick and bitter as salt in water. Removing his glove to find the command seals gone felt stupid really, the sort of sentimental formality someone like him shouldn't bother with, but of course he did it anyway.]

[Now he's sitting under a tree in the park, a full pack flopped carelessly beside him, his hood down for once to showcase his stone skin -- maybe waiting for the snide comment of a passerby to spark him into a fight, who knows. It had taken him longer to pack his belongings than he'd assumed; that'll teach him to accumulate junk. In the end he taken the essentials and left the rest as it lay, Saber's things untouched as if for a museum.]

[So that's that. Done, over. It was always just a matter of time.]

[That was the easy conclusion. Harder is what to do with himself now, without the search for a cure and without anything to fight against and without anyone he ever bothered to care about.]

[At least it's good weather. Sleeping outdoors won't be a problem.]