Konrad did not sleep well, ever. He was always too alert to fully switch off. He supposed it had everything to do with surviving on the Nostramon streets and needing that awareness so he didn’t get knifed while trying to rest. He had been a child then of course, but some habits died hard. So it was that as an adult, he never truly switched off.
What brought him sharply back to consciousness this time was the muffled sound of someone weeping. That wasn’t good. What was he supposed to do with weeping people?
He got to his feet and looked around. He couldn’t see the source of the noise, and this was not his space on the Night Fall either. The Legion had been staying on the planet they had just brought into compliance. It had not been an especially bloody one; this one submitted on hearing their name and it had been most boring if he was honest. Even the celebrations the previous night had been tedious. Konrad was not made for such events, he much prefered the active parts of war where he could let his restless counterpart take charge and satisfy the urges he had.
Konrad poked his head out of the room and looked both ways. There, slumped against the wall, was a woman sobbing into her hands. He blinked. He should stick his head back in and shut the door. What did he say to someone in that emotional state? People cried at him, because of him and when they saw him. How did he sort that out.
He coughed and stepped out of the doorway. “You alright?” he asked, knowing his soft voice sounded halting and awkward.
