Slowly, he emerged from the water, still feeling his entire body relaxed and calm, a pleasure few understood but that he would find hard to live without. His mind was numb, and all thoughts about the war seemed clearer and sharper, though how he arrived at such clarity was hazy. His memories did not account for his return to his prison. Exiting the bath, the guard greeted him.
"Miss Lara requests to meet with you!" Light was as cold as the water he had just emerged from, his gaze now holding a new and profound wisdom, like the depths of the ocean.
"Tell her that I'll meet with her once this is over." He had ignored her pleas over the past few days; too much was at stake for him to worry about easing one person's mind. He couldn't even find peace himself, so how could he do that for someone else?
"Where are the servants I requested?"
