Eventually, especially when he couldn't even close his eyes to meditate and train, he moved to the balcony and simply stared at the sprawling city below.
'I can't wait to get this under control.'
He'd always wondered the sort of power he would gain once he awakened the mark. He had been excited, in fact.
However, he never expected it would have such consequences. Otherwise, he would've tried his very best to make sure that it didn't awaken.
The night passed in a blur. And throughout, Atticus remained, overlooking the city. He made sure each blink was as brief as possible. The darkness had become his enemy.
"You look terrible." A sweet, soft voice came from the side. Atticus didn't need to turn to know who it was.
