[After the discussion, Colress once again retreats to his room for a while. This week was already rough enough, but it somehow managed to get rougher. Despite there not being a full-fledged trial today, from the way it went, it may as well have been. Secrets were spilled, trust was broken... Colress legitimately feels sick, partially for what was revealed, and partially for his own actions. He mulls it over for a good while as he sits on his bed, tinkering away at some sort of device with his Pokemon nearby. He will answer the door if anyone wants to talk. But at this point he wouldn't be surprised if everyone wanted their space from him too. He very easily almost became a mole himself, after all.
He makes a brief appearance at the after-party, but he doesn't stay very long. He's still tired and feels pretty awful, but he does at least check in to see if anyone wants to talk.
He has a similar idea to a few others, heading up to the chapel to once again sit near the portraits of the ones they had lost. The ones who are currently in more danger than the living. He sits curled up on the bench with his head and arms resting against his knees, staring at the portraits with the same worry he has had all week. He's thinking, though. Thinking about what to do next. As much as he wants to get Beheeyem out right now, he...will wait for Sigrun. He's not entirely sure what to think of Sigrun right now, but he does intend to at least hold up the offer to have her in on their next successful interaction.
He just hopes that there will be a next successful interaction.
Feeling a heaviness in his eyelids after some time of brainstorming, he'll head back downstairs to his room where he'll stay for the night, his exhaustion finally giving way to some more sleep.]
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He makes a brief appearance at the after-party, but he doesn't stay very long. He's still tired and feels pretty awful, but he does at least check in to see if anyone wants to talk.
He has a similar idea to a few others, heading up to the chapel to once again sit near the portraits of the ones they had lost. The ones who are currently in more danger than the living. He sits curled up on the bench with his head and arms resting against his knees, staring at the portraits with the same worry he has had all week. He's thinking, though. Thinking about what to do next. As much as he wants to get Beheeyem out right now, he...will wait for Sigrun. He's not entirely sure what to think of Sigrun right now, but he does intend to at least hold up the offer to have her in on their next successful interaction.
He just hopes that there will be a next successful interaction.
Feeling a heaviness in his eyelids after some time of brainstorming, he'll head back downstairs to his room where he'll stay for the night, his exhaustion finally giving way to some more sleep.]