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He shuffles about unfamiliar streets like a sleepwalker, confined to a baffling dream he can’t pinch himself awake from. He’s disoriented, lost, and he wonders if this is how refugees from those outer walls felt, when their lives got uprooted. Did his family have to pack up and leave as well? Did they make it? Do they know what happened to their eldest son...?
Conjuring images of worst possible outcomes, Auruo stops mid-stride and rubs hard at his temples. He supposes he should count himself lucky, spirited away from a world where new tragedy bloomed with each sunrise, but all he can think of is what he left behind... Another capable blade, shattered.
Looking up suddenly, he spies a bright-haired girl staring at him with an expression as mournful as his thoughts, almost as if she’d heard him speak them aloud. Had be been talking to himself? Auruo’s expression sours. He averts his eyes, cheeks coloring despite his clouded brow.
“What’re you lookin’ at, brat? Somethin’ on my face?”