Second.

[trustwellness]

A week's distance from the last death seems to have helped some of you, seems to have calmed things down somewhat; the presence of a new floor has helped a little in that endeavor as well – things are a little less claustrophobic, a little more open. Of course, for others things haven't been going as smoothly; between the odd dreams that you've all been experiencing and the Wordsmith's incentive, the added space may just be encouraging distance between you and your fellow Apprentices. It seems that only time will tell how things will progress from here. Friday morning comes, and with it comes the brightening of the lights throughout the University – though it seems there's something a bit wrong with the second floor in that regard. Namely, the workshop remains dark. That's probably going to be a problem. >Explore?

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[deofoled]

[ Finally he stops fighting earnestly, though he just kind of stands there held up by the other two men. They were both right, though it did nothing for the feeling in his chest that felt like it might burst at any moment.

Christo would have wanted the most logical action done, that's what he would have wanted. And that certainly wasn't flying into a blind rage, no matter how much he wanted to. All Killia could do right now is push down the impulses welling up within him, until he could act on them later. There would be a later, one way or the other.

....

It was always about revenge, wasn't it? It always came back to that, no matter what he did.]

Let me go. Both of you.

[ There's surprisingly no anger in his voice, as it's been replaced by a tone as cool as ice.]

[tsugomori]

[ Mikazuki released a shuddering breath he didn't know he had been holding, however, it was not due to lack of patience -- that he certainly he had in spades. It was because of the simple fact that the man had managed to calm down and wouldn't charge into the scene and cause a bigger mess than there already was. Well, he's never had to hold back someone being reduced to a state...

Even so, he knows very well, judging from that tone and their circumstances things are still the opposite of honky dory.

Mikazuki makes sure to not only carefully let go, but also make a move to step back, before moving to the side. His gaze passes over to Varric, grateful for help in holding back a friend, before landing back upon the demon with a calm, serene expression. ]

Killia, if you do not mind, I will gladly stay by your side for awhile, if you need any company.

[neverheardofhim]

[For a moment, Varric's hands remained on Killia. He glanced up, studying the man's face for a quiet moment. While he had his doubts, the man's demeanor had seemed to have changed. And if this whole thing was meant to be a blighted trust exercise...]

[He let go, hands falling to his sides, and stepped out of the way. His gaze shot up to Mikazuki, hoping that, should anything happen, he would stand ready to step back in. It didn't take long for his eyes to find their way back to Killia, however.]

Agreed. [He paused.] Better yet, I can shake up something to eat. Let us do the cooking for a change.

[deofoled]

[ Thankfully it doesn't seem like Killia has any intention of going rogue, and he steps away from the doorway once he's released.]

I don't care. [ And then to Varric:] Make what you want, I'm not hungry.

[ Those words said, he's going to start to walk off...somewhere. He doesn't have a destination in mind, but he doesn't want to be near the workshop anymore.]