Northstar Vale Sincerely Yours, From One of Y'all

 Pain. 

 Loss. 

 Exhaustion. 

How did one begin to label these feelings? How did you hold yourself, or anyone, up when you felt like you were drowning? They were against the odds trying to stand up, trying to keep their shoulders back, and failing to do so. This place...it was supposed to all for one and one for all. He had never felt more alone. 

 Hunger. 

 He hadn't eaten since the meeting. What was the point? There was no desire. Desire for a better future had once been the dream and for now that flame had been suffocated. The happiness had gone, the sun blotted out, the faith he had choked til it was breathless. He had kept to himself albeit minor interactions with others that were here. Those that still were anyways.

 It had been hard to keep to his promises. But he had. He had left food outside of Vespera's home when he had found her and her children and tried to make himself more known. He hadn't faltered despite his lack of ambition. What was he running on if not hope? 

 His stomach rumbled in protest to the forgetfullness to feed. Honestly, the pain was nice. It let him know that he was still alive. He wanted to see Yuudai. He wanted to see if the Samurai was doing any better. How...how did he fall so far? Did he approach the den and spew words of hatred for their Empress and false Emperor? Did he come and offer words of encouragement. No. None of the above. Instead, in the diminishing light of the setting sun Collision came yards before threshold of Yuudai and Hiromi's home. There were children here and so he tried to keep a respectful distance...but his concern ran deeper than Yuudai's sons or daughters. A whine escaped him. It was heartfelt and it was full of sorrow. Silence became him after this. He listened. Would @Yuudai answer? Would Hiromi come out to cast him away in lieu of her husband's need to be alone? He didn't want trouble....Actually, he wasn't sure what he wanted.