( In his youth he hadn't been, but becoming Ghost Valley Master has taught him ... some self-restraint. He couldn't spare the time to jump at shadows when every shadow held a threat. He would have driven himself mad. Or, madder, considering what they call him. It feels a little like that now, but he doesn't have enough knowledge, and so, tense acceptance.
Voice low, quiet, but still easy. )
It will come, whatever it is.
( He taps his fan closed against his other palm, expression twisting to thoughtful, bordering troubled. )
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( In his youth he hadn't been, but becoming Ghost Valley Master has taught him ... some self-restraint. He couldn't spare the time to jump at shadows when every shadow held a threat. He would have driven himself mad. Or, madder, considering what they call him. It feels a little like that now, but he doesn't have enough knowledge, and so, tense acceptance.
Voice low, quiet, but still easy. )
It will come, whatever it is.
( He taps his fan closed against his other palm, expression twisting to thoughtful, bordering troubled. )
Have you felt it elsewhere? Or just here?