[Asch continues to sketch for a long while, flipping from one page to another once in a while to draw something random as practice- a single branch as it moves in the wind, a tilting flower, a segment of Miyabi's hair. They're little doodles at best, but he's tried to capture the life in them for the first time, the movement and fluidity that Miyabi described. And then, once he's satisfied, he sets down the pad and charcoal to wait quietly for it, his own gaze lifted to watch the tree. Really watch it, even. How long has it been since he allowed himself the luxury of seeing the beauty of such things?
Didn't he do this in Daath, before the coldness and the apathy set in? Before he started to kill people? Maybe he stopped caring about the life around him because it was no longer an important aspect of his own.
[Action] /SAILS
Didn't he do this in Daath, before the coldness and the apathy set in? Before he started to kill people? Maybe he stopped caring about the life around him because it was no longer an important aspect of his own.
It's... something of a revelation, that.]