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zacharias is a particularly good finder (overlooked) wrote in pandorarpg,

He didn't know where to begin. Seeing didn't make it better, didn't settle him any. It didn't somehow tell him what he was supposed to be feeling. So he clung onto the numbness as he was escorted away from the morgue by some woman cause between pity and unease. Not that he would hold it against her - his nose was still broken and there was blood on his clothes.

How many times had he wished his father would just go away for good? And half the time terrified that because they had always been hope, however small, that they could be better. That maybe one day they could gave some sort of normal relationship.

Threading his fingers through his hair, pulling at the end, he fell back into the nearest chair unable to willing his own weight. Someone needed to tell Adelle, their mother if she didn't know already, he needed a clean pair of clothes (but at least this blood was his own), and probably a healer to set his nose. It all kept adding up and he didn't know where or even how to start. He certainly didn't realize that Ernie Macmillan was still hanging around.