It was still very early in the morning, Pyre had been unable to sleep and the result was that he had woken up early. He hadn't been nervous since the turn of the tides and a new life to live with. He was scared that something bad was going to happen, he did not want all the hope he had been filled with the past few days to vanish quickly and leave him with a terrible empty feeling that he was sure he would feel.
The cathedral infirmary, where the unconscious man, who used to be an baurai slept, did not open for visitation until 9:30. It was currently 8:30. Pyre had decided the night before that he would leave at nine so he could get there right away and get this over with quickly. He didn't want to be there long, he didn't want to leave a lasting impression on the man. He would come in, ask a question or two to make sure that everything was gone, and then he would leave just as quickly as he had come.
Pyre sipped his tea and watched every minute on the clock click by, each one a moment that lasted a lifetime. He had not really felt good about breakfast but he made sure he ate otherwise he ran the risk of really not feeling good. And if he tried to fake his way out of this visitation with sickness, he had put shame on himself and the cause he had so wholeheartedly devoted himself to in the past weeks.
His cause sounded morose, he wished to keep a family legacy dead. But this legacy was one that tore the lives away from children, was constantly fighting, and deeply embroiled in the underworld of fiore. Pyre remembered all the days that he spent training in those terrible mansions. How they were always musty and he was always forced to learn about a family that hadn't talked to him till he was a teenager. And how they never even acted like a family. How his own great-grandmother considered him a foot soldier.
Pyre gripped the side of the table. he needed this day to be over. The stress it was causing was dangerous, he wished he could have forgotten, but he knew that even if he could forget, he could not forget now, it was too dangerous, he needed to make sure no one remembered.
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