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Under the sunlight, the world is dizzying. Think I should head back in, but this House...continues to be interesting. All the overgrown shrubs on this planet help out for once, with some plant bearing yellow fruit I immediately become suspicious of having climbed up a incredulous height into this area, as if simply to provide shade and shelter for me, Gideon Nav...
I sink down onto the concrete balcony and let out that groan I know I deserve to let go of, staring out at all the world that only really encompasses this huge freaking place, with its far-stretching walls that swoop in and out at odd junctions. Weird design-work, but nothing that beats all those creepy statues at the entrance of the fucking castle I grew up in, right?
The sun is...interesting. Fucking hate it. Makes my skin feel like it's sucking in life and death energy, like some kind of fucking...
Oh.
There's other people outside... Two, far apart from each other, stepping along somewhat-crumbling paths. Gotta stay quiet.
As I focus on a world still too full of color beyond my sunglasses, it calms...
The seas sing with their eerie waves, almost as if they're trying to speak words to me. The scent of salt reminds me of nothing.
Camilla I don't have to think about. She disappears in a flash, after a bit. But that figure in garish paint, even further away...
She ducks and winds about. Doesn't seem to notice me. The world lights that awful paint up bright, but the brown of her hand sparkles almost more from the terribly similar Ninth sweat that drenches us when we're too long outside.
I notice her though. Awful.
Notice...
Her almost tripping, somehow, through a half-hidden hole along one corner--
My hand reflexively flexes on my sword, and I despise it. When she simply slams a bone down and barely winces at all.
I despise... Letting my hand twitch.
Harrow disappears, and I can actually become like the world again. Calm, so near the crashing waves.