Dec 3, 2017
yesterday’s hymn serves me not
@stormswake
He knows he’s been here before, but his memories are blurred things in the corner of his vision, fleeting glimpses that disappear when he looks at them directly. There’s something he has to do, though, and he strides stoically through the sectors, expression empty. Every glimpse of blue leads only to disappointment. He begins to wonder if the man is even still in this city.
Finally, he finds Yuan in a run-down bar, warm and comfortable enough despite its dinginess. He thinks he remembers sitting here before, and his expression darkens as the feeling, if not the content of the conversation, returns to him. He brushes it off and sits across from the man.
“It seems I have been returned to this place.”