Hughes was still feeling down and a touch lost when he woke up the next morning. The toast had helped, at least with closure, but the fact remained that Roy was gone.
He couldn't afford to get lost in grief, though. Not when there was so much left to be done. He needed to get reports from the handful of people who had gone out last night, needed to organize the weapons list, and needed to see if he could get more people in the Cooking Club.
He wondered if this was how it had been like for Roy, when he had...been lost. Now the situations were reversed and he was the one left behind to try and pick up the pieces. It was almost ironic - he wondered if Roy would have made some joke about equivalent exchange.
Ah well. Taking a seat, Hughes pulled out his journal and flipped it open. He'd just do what he could, and hoped everything worked out. He'd see the other man again someday, one way or another.
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He couldn't afford to get lost in grief, though. Not when there was so much left to be done. He needed to get reports from the handful of people who had gone out last night, needed to organize the weapons list, and needed to see if he could get more people in the Cooking Club.
He wondered if this was how it had been like for Roy, when he had...been lost. Now the situations were reversed and he was the one left behind to try and pick up the pieces. It was almost ironic - he wondered if Roy would have made some joke about equivalent exchange.
Ah well. Taking a seat, Hughes pulled out his journal and flipped it open. He'd just do what he could, and hoped everything worked out. He'd see the other man again someday, one way or another.
[For Celes!]