Out of the corner of her blurry, sleep-deprived vision, a smoke of grey lingered closer to her -- Osamu. The last he'd seen her, he and the others were still covered in blood from the attack, but somehow it was like he'd never left the battle that day. She barely heard him say anything, even though the samurai was always so close. They hadn't even had the opportunity to speak properly since then. The empress knew he would've been on edge for her safety even after everything....but he was disappointed in her too, wasn't he?
Osamu....Yes, he had to be. She was his student, after all. How could she allow herself to be captured so easily, allowing the pack to go to waste as she sat in a cave and pondered her own failures after all this time. Of course he hadn't spoken, he was upset. Pensive, the crane's lips sealed themselves together tightly after calling for him, averting her gaze. Unsure of what to say -- scared of what he would say, to be more accurate. He looked exhausted.
What are you....thinking about?