As it turned out, Guy's conversation with Ilia hadn't been that much of a reprieve from the rest of the day. Still, he had wanted to hear about her basement experience to make sure that she knew she wasn't alone in it, even if that had meant revisiting old memories that he was hardly fond of.
Still, Ilia had made it through and while a bit worse for the wear, it was over now. Guy wished that it hadn't happened in the first place, especially since kids had been involved, but there was nothing to do about that now. He wondered if they would all be going through the caverns as well. If Ilia decided to do that, it wasn't as if he could judge her.
Of course, the caverns were the last thing on his mind at the moment. Guy just wanted Claude and Anise to be cured at this point, and he wasn't going to rest until that happened. Unfortunately, there wasn't too much to do at dinner, and entering the room still felt like a slap to the face because Okita was gone.
He should have posted on the bulletin about that, come to think of it. His mind had just been all over the place -- or rather, focused singularly on one thing.
Guy realized he didn't have much of an appetite, and so instead of eating dinner he decided to finally get started on making his sheath to pass the time. He grabbed for the piece of leather he'd been working on periodically, along with the needle and thread he'd taken from Arts and Crafts, and sat down at his desk to start sewing it all into the right shape.
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Still, Ilia had made it through and while a bit worse for the wear, it was over now. Guy wished that it hadn't happened in the first place, especially since kids had been involved, but there was nothing to do about that now. He wondered if they would all be going through the caverns as well. If Ilia decided to do that, it wasn't as if he could judge her.
Of course, the caverns were the last thing on his mind at the moment. Guy just wanted Claude and Anise to be cured at this point, and he wasn't going to rest until that happened. Unfortunately, there wasn't too much to do at dinner, and entering the room still felt like a slap to the face because Okita was gone.
He should have posted on the bulletin about that, come to think of it. His mind had just been all over the place -- or rather, focused singularly on one thing.
Guy realized he didn't have much of an appetite, and so instead of eating dinner he decided to finally get started on making his sheath to pass the time. He grabbed for the piece of leather he'd been working on periodically, along with the needle and thread he'd taken from Arts and Crafts, and sat down at his desk to start sewing it all into the right shape.