Enough was truly enough. Tolten sank into his desk chair when he was returned to his room, nervous and out of sorts as always but with renewed determination. He even started on his dinner, though he wasn't very hungry. He had a loose plan and he refused to simply whither away or...let this place have its way with him.

He supposed he should have planned better, but his thoughts were all over these days. And he'd never been very good at the planning parts of anything! It wasn't even about being successful, not at this point. It was simply about forcing himself to action, resetting his miserable mind and remembering who he was.

Which was all very easier said than done, of course, but the determination was there. And if he was successful...

At least he'd feel better, physically.