@ganhime || give me to a rambling man.
They were supposed to be helping each other. Or, at least, that was why he had initially approached her. But for the last hour, the only noise in the room had been rain against the windowpane, a clock ticking, and a pencil scratching over toothed paper.
“ I think... ” When he finally broke the silence, there was obvious hesitation flickering over his pale face. “ I think that I owe you an apology. I asked for you because I thought that someone from an old clan would understand the census better than I, but...these records have been poorly maintained over the years. ” Sai lifted the aged manuscript he had been studying to show what he meant. It was sun-worn, and faded with time. “ I don’t even know what names we should be looking for. The other children raised in Root service... ” There was the finality of acceptance in the way he trailed off.
