[The reason Luciola had gone so far as to request to be given a task from their Instructor themselves (himself? herself?) had been primarily to prevent him from thinking of the one thing that bothered him most, the thing that had made him restless, anxious, unable to focus- even if Luciola himself did not acknowledge the reason or even quite realize it himself.
It's not working, however.
There is an absence in everything he does. Despite the fact that he did occasionally operate independently from his lord when the need called for it or he was ordered, Dio's precense was still there, soon to be returned to. He was a bodyguard as well as aide, and the function called for close.
But he had been dismissed. The nature and time of the period was unknown. There was no definitive end. He had laid hands on the other in a way that could be taken as hostile- on Dio Eraclea. Dio had said "were".
Past tense. "Were" my friend.
Those thoughts dominated the back of his brain even as he attempted focus on this task, inane as he found it- he would do as he was told no matter his opinion on it. Loyalty, diligence, obedience- his genetics were coveted for such traits, was it not so? One foot in front of the other until he reached the kitchens to find his superior in Orange, and the supplies Warriorhead had assured him would be there.]
Greetings, sir.
[He bowed, stiffly, automatically, before straightening up and continuing towards the counter, pulling out his Blackglass and pulling up his correspondence with a fellow recruit, placing the device out of the way of potential mess with the screen visible. Despite the formalities, his expression remained... More blank than usual. Apparently that was possible.]
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It's not working, however.
There is an absence in everything he does. Despite the fact that he did occasionally operate independently from his lord when the need called for it or he was ordered, Dio's precense was still there, soon to be returned to. He was a bodyguard as well as aide, and the function called for close.
But he had been dismissed. The nature and time of the period was unknown. There was no definitive end. He had laid hands on the other in a way that could be taken as hostile- on Dio Eraclea. Dio had said "were".
Past tense. "Were" my friend.
Those thoughts dominated the back of his brain even as he attempted focus on this task, inane as he found it- he would do as he was told no matter his opinion on it. Loyalty, diligence, obedience- his genetics were coveted for such traits, was it not so? One foot in front of the other until he reached the kitchens to find his superior in Orange, and the supplies Warriorhead had assured him would be there.]
Greetings, sir.
[He bowed, stiffly, automatically, before straightening up and continuing towards the counter, pulling out his Blackglass and pulling up his correspondence with a fellow recruit, placing the device out of the way of potential mess with the screen visible. Despite the formalities, his expression remained... More blank than usual. Apparently that was possible.]
Do you believe this will be satisfactory?