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He was done
Absolutely and thoroughly done,with everyone's crappy attitudes towards him.And they treated him like shit so that one more points to add.And since his so called 'master' had banished him after using the circlet on his head (much to the pig's delight),he wanted to get away from the group.Away from everyone.From any demons,spirits and from any gods in existence.
So after the migraine passed and he woke up from his post-migraine nap,he realized he had been left behind,the group nowhere in sight.feeling dejected,he summoned his cloud and zoomed away.Back to his
....home?
..........Cave?
.....................island?
....wait what?
(Where??)
Scratch that.He doesn't even remember where he was currently.He did know that the pilgrim?was that the name of the group??was heading west.So they must had come From the opposite direction,right?
no?
.....wait
.His train of thought was suddenly disturbed by his continuously foggy mind,and he slowly decreasing his speeding cloud and gradually lowering it to the ground."Not again" he thought to himself as he felt his memories started to slipped away
...wait,again?He had felt this before but since when??he felt like this had happened before,but he couldn't think about it right now.
He could feel his consciousness slipping away,but thankfully there's a tree nearby,with a perfect shade from the sun for a nap.After dispelling his cloud he promptly passed out under the shade into a dreamless slumber,without a care in the world.Not like there's anyone would care for him after all
(He doesn't even remember when was the last time someone ever cared for him at all)