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i. doubt that the sun doth move
this night has felt too long. ceydran was jolted awake from where he had finally, mercifully dozed off to find himself locked in his sleeper car. great. he stares out his window and tries not to think about how far away the ocean is, and how long it will take for someone to get him out. he’s not sure he wants someone to.
when he finally gets out, he finds himself wishing he hadn’t. everyone is on edge, and he can feel his scales flickering in waves across his skin. when he finds out what happened, he almost feels... betrayed? why didn’t anyone ask him to be a part of this, he’s no metzger sympathizer, surely they know that... maybe they think he’s a coward. he has his suspicions who did it, and he’s not sure whether to be hurt or relieved that they don’t trust him.
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iii. what is this quintessence of dust?
it was too much, inside. darkness, fear, tension all swirling together in an ugly hurricane. he decides that, since metzger said they have to remain “on the train,” not in it, it’s fine that he’s climbed out this window and sat on the top of his sleeper car. not that he would care what metzger things is okay anyways. he’s cleaning his metal prosthetic hand, taking it apart and rubbing the rust off with an oiled cloth, just to have something to do while he stares out at the dusty sunset. just when he finds himself aching so badly with loneliness he’s considering actually going back inside, he hears footsteps on the roof.
iv. where be your gibes now?
he just wanted them to distract him. just someone to talk to or simply be around, but they won’t shut up about this new development. he can’t tell if they want information from him or if they want to give it, but he really would rather they stop talking altogether. as it goes on, he almost considers making them shut up himself – not death, no, but maybe just a kind little punch to the side of the head to get them to take a nap.
