- 86 [Written / Action]

[fortunefail]

[It's been three weeks now. Three weeks since Mithos died. Yuan should know, he's the one who killed him. Now everything is quiet- too quiet. Revivals don't usually take this long, which means Mithos could very well be hiding out somewhere. Finally, he decides to put this to the test and makes an attempt to contact him.]

[Mithos]

I know you've returned. Have you finally learned your lesson about keeping a low profile, or is that too much to hope for?

[This was an absolute bluff. For all Yuan knows, the Malnosso have decided to keep Mithos for additional experimenting. Still, if that's so, then he won't even see this entry and no harm will be done.]


[Action]

[Shortly after this, from early in the afternoon on, Yuan can be found sitting on the roof of house #8. He'd been patrolling the village perimeter every so often for the past week, but today he'd rather stick close to home. The roof is a good place to keep an eye on his surroundings and it's relatively quiet.

After an hour or so, he lies back to stare up at the passing clouds. To think, Presea and Zelos were sent home recently, only to be replaced by Lloyd of all people. Luceti never ceases to catch Yuan off-guard, even after this many years.

Anyone is free to spot him and tell him to get down from the roof! Or join him up there. Whichever.]

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[fortunefail]

[And there he is. That young child that's still hidden inside Mithos after four thousand years. It's this notion that makes Yuan feel slight remorse over what he did. Not that he could have taken a different course of action.]

No one does. However, it isn't our place to question it, let alone attempt to change it.

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[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He should start arguing with Yuan again. Angry words, harsh, cutting remarks, the normal pattern. Suddenly, he's tired of it. ...Well, no, maybe not so suddenly.]

Why not? [he re-reads what he wrote and hastily scribbles it out. then:] Fine. I don't care. [A huge lie, and he knows Yuan won't buy it. But he doesn't want to have this conversation with him, of all people, especially when his words match so closely with Martel's. Without waiting for a response, he closes his journal and blankly pushes it aside.]

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[fortunefail]

[What a waste of time. Yuan still isn't sure why he allowed Mithos to bait him into this discussion in the first place.

At least he has his answer, now. Mithos is out there somewhere and it doesn't seem like he wants to be found.]