Meanwhile, Blake had already returned to the cathedral. He teleported directly into one of the rooms adjoining the bedroom and twisted the short cloak off. It was tossed to the floor in a crumpled heap. Not Blake’s usual way of treating
his clothes. He tended to be a very neat and tidy person, but at the moment he felt like he didn’t want to be himself. He sighed and strode through the doors to the hall that would lead him back to his bedroom. Time to check on the subber and make sure she had not tried to escape again.

‘For some reason,… this isn’t nearly as much fun as I thought it’d be.’ Blake reflected as he jammed his hands into his pockets and walked. ‘I feel vacant inside. I just don’t know how to handle this and I really do not want to even think about it.’ He couldn’t simply remain upset and angry. His pain was still there, but it was weighed down by the brutal acceptance that she was gone and there was nothing to do about it. Now, he had to find a way.

Blake was back to where he’d begun several years ago. Aimless. He had graduated early from high school because he was simply bored. From there,… he was just that,.. there. He had nowhere to go. As the son of a judge, the only job open to him was to BE a judge, but his father had forbidden that route. Saida had been his focus for so long. ‘Where do I go from here? Where?’

“Back again?” Sash’s perturbed voice broke through Blake’s thoughts. She was still sitting by the window, with Hypre sitting on her lap.

“… yes.” Blake grunted, crossing the room. She was fine, so he wouldn’t stay for long. He really didn’t even want to be in the same room with her.

“Still amused?” Sash’s voice was laced with sarcasm.

Blake glanced around to see if she had done anything else to his room. Nothing was amiss. Just the broken vase. “No.” He shrugged in response.

“Jerk.” Sash grumbled.