[There's a strange near-melancholy that settles over him after that, because The Waiting Game isn't exactly a kind one and he's had a creeping fear for quite a while that things are only going to get harder. At the very least, he doesn't seem to take offense to the way she's talking about his own weird shit. It's still easier to deal with than an actual physical scar; he can only imagine how invasive that would feel.

But he'll sigh at his stupid sword anyway and ask himself literally why me at least five times a day for the next few days.]

Is there anything I can do? Like, anyone I can talk to or... I know some people are looking into compiling everyone's experiences to look for patterns, but I still feel like I should be doing a little more when they're messing with important stuff and giving people such a hard time. Just waiting around feels a little...

[Bad?? Bad. Feels bad, man.]