[ Sorey's been a little off lately; he's mostly a bit quieter than usual, lost in his thoughts and trying to make sense of some things while coming to terms with other things. He hadn't had much time to think or dwell when they were in the final battle — he had to quickly deal with his feelings, push them back and deal with what was in front of him. It was life or death, with the fate of everything on his shoulders, so he had no choice.
But now, being back in Cerealia, he's had time to mull things over and come to terms with what had happened. He'd only just stabbed Heldalf, seen his friends float up safely, and was prepared to go to sleep with Maotelus ... And in addition to all that, he'd only just killed Gramps, too. A lot had happened in the moments leading up to his rearrival in Cerealia. He had a lot to think about. A little too much, actually — enough to take up his mind for the past couple days (in addition to connecting the dots to various things about returning to his world and how that worked).
And tonight happens to be a particularly tough night. Things are sinking in further — especially Gramps' death — and he can't seem to fall asleep. He's been trying for a good couple hours. He's always been relatively good at getting over the hurdle of dealing with another's death, especially with how far he's come in accepting it, but dealing with someone so close to him dying — it takes a little more time. He knows he was right in his decision — he finds no fault in that part — but that doesn't mean he can't still be unhappy with the loss of someone so important in his life.
And as he thinks back on his life with Gramps, his breathing becomes a little uneven as he holds back the urge to cry. He can't get up to leave, seeing as Mikleo is sleeping partially on top of him as usual, so he opts to quietly move a hand over his chest (slowly, trying not to wake Mikleo), balled into a fist, in a motion of respect for his beloved family member. (It's even partially for Heldalf — he's sorry he could find no other way to save him.)
Whispering, quietly and shaky: ] Gramps ...
[ And his face contorts a little in pain, breathing hiccuping a little to hold back tears. ]
action; night of 5/1 (massive zestiria spoilers in here)
But now, being back in Cerealia, he's had time to mull things over and come to terms with what had happened. He'd only just stabbed Heldalf, seen his friends float up safely, and was prepared to go to sleep with Maotelus ... And in addition to all that, he'd only just killed Gramps, too. A lot had happened in the moments leading up to his rearrival in Cerealia. He had a lot to think about. A little too much, actually — enough to take up his mind for the past couple days (in addition to connecting the dots to various things about returning to his world and how that worked).
And tonight happens to be a particularly tough night. Things are sinking in further — especially Gramps' death — and he can't seem to fall asleep. He's been trying for a good couple hours. He's always been relatively good at getting over the hurdle of dealing with another's death, especially with how far he's come in accepting it, but dealing with someone so close to him dying — it takes a little more time. He knows he was right in his decision — he finds no fault in that part — but that doesn't mean he can't still be unhappy with the loss of someone so important in his life.
And as he thinks back on his life with Gramps, his breathing becomes a little uneven as he holds back the urge to cry. He can't get up to leave, seeing as Mikleo is sleeping partially on top of him as usual, so he opts to quietly move a hand over his chest (slowly, trying not to wake Mikleo), balled into a fist, in a motion of respect for his beloved family member. (It's even partially for Heldalf — he's sorry he could find no other way to save him.)
Whispering, quietly and shaky: ] Gramps ...
[ And his face contorts a little in pain, breathing hiccuping a little to hold back tears. ]