Seto knows something is wrong. Sometime during the chaos of the mission, the familiar bubble of joy and laughter in the back of his mind that he knew as Della Duck had gone silent. He knew there was little chance of her returning as soon as it happened, but his fears are quickly confirmed. She's gone from his life, leaving nothing but emptiness in that spot in his head.
He doesn't bother pounding on the barrier this time. Instead, he hangs back near the train, slumping against its hull and hunching his shoulders forward, as if trying to contain a burst of rage. Time to count down the minutes until he can re-board and find a place to sit with this terrible empty feeling for a while.
"Is it that difficult for you to stop losing my family?"
Seto's voice is tired. He doesn't expect a response from the train, and doesn't get one. Instead, he lightly thunks his forehead on the hull, pressing his palm into the cold metal.
around the train
The bitterness doesn't last all day. With time to reflect and a very important anchor dangling from his neck, Seto pulls himself together and sets down the corridor, searching for friends and allies. He'll stop near anyone he knows fairly well, his hand curled around the ring he wears around his neck.
"Have a minute? There's something I need to ask you about."
Wedding bells ringing. For him. What a wild world.
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Seto knows something is wrong. Sometime during the chaos of the mission, the familiar bubble of joy and laughter in the back of his mind that he knew as Della Duck had gone silent. He knew there was little chance of her returning as soon as it happened, but his fears are quickly confirmed. She's gone from his life, leaving nothing but emptiness in that spot in his head.
He doesn't bother pounding on the barrier this time. Instead, he hangs back near the train, slumping against its hull and hunching his shoulders forward, as if trying to contain a burst of rage. Time to count down the minutes until he can re-board and find a place to sit with this terrible empty feeling for a while.
"Is it that difficult for you to stop losing my family?"
Seto's voice is tired. He doesn't expect a response from the train, and doesn't get one. Instead, he lightly thunks his forehead on the hull, pressing his palm into the cold metal.
around the train
The bitterness doesn't last all day. With time to reflect and a very important anchor dangling from his neck, Seto pulls himself together and sets down the corridor, searching for friends and allies. He'll stop near anyone he knows fairly well, his hand curled around the ring he wears around his neck.
"Have a minute? There's something I need to ask you about."
Wedding bells ringing. For him. What a wild world.