[Nyx has had some bad weeks. He can say that with confidence now that he's remembering what he's been missing. But this one had to rank in the top five. He can't decide which is worse: experiencing tragedy or having it shoved back in his head all at once.
He lifts his hand to ask for another beer, seated by himself at the bar. He wishes Libertus were here. Someone he could compare notes with, figure out what he's still missing.
He can't help but look up when the door opens. It's a soldier's instinct; a small thread of paranoia that doesn't go away the more he remembers how much he doesn't belong in this place.]
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He lifts his hand to ask for another beer, seated by himself at the bar. He wishes Libertus were here. Someone he could compare notes with, figure out what he's still missing.
He can't help but look up when the door opens. It's a soldier's instinct; a small thread of paranoia that doesn't go away the more he remembers how much he doesn't belong in this place.]