No. There were no apologies.
White and black fabric rustled as strong steps were taken to reenter the society, a place he thought he would never see again. It mattered not whether he did or not. What did he have to come back to? He only sneered to himself at this thought, stopping his steps for only but a moment. A laugh escaped his firmly pressed grin. The mask that always seemed to be placed was upon him as he continued his journey to his division.
Even though there was nothing there but other members, he found himself entering with an air of near relief. He found himself a spot beneath the persimmons, reaching his slender fingers up toward them. He almost appeared careless which was the usual for the captain of the third division.