#sautea

                    “  oh, that's very nice of you to do that for them.  what is it like?  do they have their own voices?  is it in a common language,  or can you just...  feel  it?   ”

he whistles, colored impressed upon eyeing the numerous knickknacks and inventions—touching’s refrained, uncertain of what might happen were he to stick his hand in a dark bag ( mayhaps a pocket dimension filled with treasures, or a prison never to be opened again ). again he was Rayshifted to another time, yet perhaps this time he traversed the horizontal line of space. fortunate then he encountered a polite lady than a chimera’s maw. ❝wooow—so you made all of this with just alchemy? that’s awesome!❞

bottled apprehension teeters to and fro, unnerved by the utter lack of disarray amid his surroundings, daring to say that he can take a breather, rest for a spell, forget that something plucked him from saviorhood without rhyme or reason. it quickly manifests with a turn, curiosity for restlessness’s sake. ❝say, think you’ve got time to spare for a new student?❞

❝wh—❞ the descent of iridescent pyramids collapsing to the floor with their familiar tink sends him reeling, flashback to tired hands gathering and gluing—flattening to a nonexistence once when his Servants shattered a newly-formed Saint Quartz. the grind became rote, an unwanted second nature that seems all but annulled at the sight before him. certainly—CERTAINLY—!!! This is the salvation he was searching for!! No more will he have to grind stupid nodes to clear his weekly Master missions! FREEDOM WAS IN SIGHT.