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Low and behold, there he was standing before the wooden door. He could already smell the boredom that he's gonna endure during his long sentence.
Jean nudged him, Varka watched from afar a disappointed look displayed on the blondes face.
Lohen waved off the two dismissively, he opened the door, twists the knob stepping inside, first he saw an old couch, some blankets changes of clothes and a simple bathroom, kitchen. Common looking living space.
"Huh." He acknowledges while taking in everything. "This looks more comfy then I'd had imagined."
Lohen hummed, then walked in with a smug smile that appears so naturally on him, it always manages to pissed all his superiors- No just everyone off honestly.
"Well old man, I, as a honest, humble knight. Shall serve my sentence. See ya later!" He announced, bowing down with a dramatic flare.
Varka shook his head. Disapprovingly, Jean pinched the bridge of her nose. "please just spend some time to reflect."
Lohen barks out a laugh, "Sure will!" And closed the door.
As soon as no one was able to see him, his smile dropped and he stood there.
Just standing there...
"..."
Adorno's death...It weighed heavily on him. Honestly, he had pretended to not care at all but its been really bugging him, the way the elder man hugged him with Theodore at his last moments.
"its over now" Those were the first words Adorno has ever said to him, when he was rescued as a child.
And now, those were the same words he said.
When they last met.
He hadn't fully comprehended how much it had emotionally effected him. As he doesn't even notice that he started to start chewing on his fingers and picking at his skin out of pure anxiety until he bled, normally only noticing when Mika was near to point out his behaviour.
Before Lohen even knew it, he had already spent a good amount of time already standing behind that wooden door that separated the outside world and his upgraded and comfortable "jail cell".
Lohen had pretended it didn't effect him that much knowing full well his mask or indifferent was saw right through him by both Varka and Jean or just those who had witness him whimper and sob at the scene of Adorno's death.
They all choose simply to not speak of it, to protect his already fragile mental state.
The Traveler and Paimon had seen it all, of course they did, they're always in other peoples business.
He snorts, rolling his eyes at Paimons high pitched voice.
After a while he finally sat down on the old couch, he plopped down and immediately saw the crayon drawing at the armrest.
Right. Klee probably comes here a lot, fish blasting was it?
There was a few times he was invited to go fish blasting with her after he traded a bunch of snacks for some crayons with her, since Varka said something about defeating something with only Caryons and Lohen wanted to see how useful these coloured wax sticks can be during combat.
But each time he turned her down, so she eventually gave up.
"Those Caryons are still in my desk maybe when i finally get out I'll-...hm drawings not my thing. maybe I'll send a letter to birdie with crayons heh"
Those thoughts were quick to be crushed when he realized he should be reflecting on his actions instead. he had let his mind wander to far. he doesn't deserve to be happy at all after what he's done with Theodore.
Wow, he could already tell he was going to be miserable.