hero_of_smiles: (Maybe there's nothing to hope)
Angst and stuff under cut )Hey, um...to the people on the draft that fought with me. I wanna say thanks for having my back. I was probably pretty useless out there so thanks for keeping me alive long enough to get back here.

[Cross breathes deeply for a moment. A hollow smirk coming on his face.]


So, that was what a war was like, huh? And people here have gone through this stuff before. Man can't even imagine doing that all the time or how any of you can deal with it. Going to war and killing people I mean.

[He can only let out a small laugh at that.]

Guess I'm just stupid. Really stupid.

[And he just shuts off his book. Because even with seeing all that he doesn't think he could even bring himself to committing those acts as easily as others did.]

[Later when he can finally feel his legs again, Cross has gone into the village deciding he can't just hole up in his apartment. For whoever he knows he's gotta at least try and look like he can move past what he saw and what he dealt with.

He decides to head to Seventh Heaven getting food in his stomach was something he needed to do.

After that he's going to the library, this time around he's made himself another book fort. Maybe hiding in it could make the memories of war go away.

Lastly, he's gone the bar. Why? Well in his book fort rummaging he read that alcohol can help with this kind of stuff and while he may be a minor maybe it won't matter here. ]