Howl spent those eight seconds squirming under Daniel's stare. Even if it was lighter than anything Ryuuzaki had given him, Howl was not fond of anyone looking at him like that. He could practically hear the gears in their heads turning, as they tried their best to figure him out. Sophie would often look at him like that. He hated not knowing their thoughts, and not being able to change them if they started to wander into territory he was uncomfortable with. Even though he doubted Ryuuzaki was about to start confessing his dark secrets to Howl, or begin relying on him, Howl didn't like it. It was something of a survival instinct.
But why was he here? He had two possible scenarios, and both of them were dark and unpleasant, and relieved him of his control. On one hand, the obvious, and to some, ridiculous answer was that while dimension hopping, he had slipped through the cracks. This place seemed to be a magnet for lost souls from all over existence. Whoever had claimed this space, namely Landel, whether he found it or created it, was doing something to muffle supernatural abilities and keep everyone trapped. No one really knew why, but Howl could hear how tickled Landel sounded in his announcements. He was having fun.
The second option he liked even less than being trapped in some lunatic's dollhouse. It laid out a situation where Howl had truly lost his mind.
"No one has given me a proper, ah, diagnosis, shall we say, but I suspect claiming that I can perform magic didn't impress my family," he sighed, leaning on one arm. "Very little that I do impresses them anymore."
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But why was he here? He had two possible scenarios, and both of them were dark and unpleasant, and relieved him of his control. On one hand, the obvious, and to some, ridiculous answer was that while dimension hopping, he had slipped through the cracks. This place seemed to be a magnet for lost souls from all over existence. Whoever had claimed this space, namely Landel, whether he found it or created it, was doing something to muffle supernatural abilities and keep everyone trapped. No one really knew why, but Howl could hear how tickled Landel sounded in his announcements. He was having fun.
The second option he liked even less than being trapped in some lunatic's dollhouse. It laid out a situation where Howl had truly lost his mind.
"No one has given me a proper, ah, diagnosis, shall we say, but I suspect claiming that I can perform magic didn't impress my family," he sighed, leaning on one arm. "Very little that I do impresses them anymore."