On another quiet and uneventful Winter evening, Tomoe was lazing about in bed at Batra's Inn. It was a place that he often came to for solace and isolation whenever he wasn't thrown orders like a common dog; not that the demanding nature of the cult particularly bothered him either. He respected their flame, their drive, and their willingness to serve Her. Despite all of this, however, he understood that nothing productive could be done about his situation while he stayed as he did. Thus, he decided it was crucial that he fix the curse that the old hag he had gone to see had placed upon him. He wouldn't allow anybody to decide his fate, let alone somebody with no power other than to bring pointless misery to others.
There must be a reason why..., Tomoe thought, placing finger to chin while staring up at his ceiling from the bed.
Allowing the ceiling fan to 'hypnotize' him in a way, he slowly but surely closed his eyes. Perhaps there was something regarding his past that allowed night to follow him so closely? There was something unresolved about how he died the first time that he would need to discover, and would thus more than likely need to force to the surface rather than allow it to arrive naturally.
With a jolt, Tomoe rocketed from his laying position to sit on his bed instead, legs crossed and back straightened.
"I'll find the answer. I gotta.", he muttered lowly after a few deep breaths, desperate in part due to the annoyance of a permanent night sky but also due to its potential hindrance to Her plans if this phenomenon was allowed to continue.
Breath after breath, the Joyan slowly entranced himself into a higher state of being. The clattering of dishes and laughter of patrons from lower floors of the inn slowly faded out, allowing him to focus only on the inner workings of his mind...