[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom Outskirts]
[Virelheim Mountain Village]
Over eighty soldiers… and two Nil.
That was the count he'd tallied in his head.
The number itself didn't bother Mikoto as much as the two Nil part. That was the puzzle. How exactly would he deal with them, should it come to that? He caught himself wondering why he was even thinking that far ahead — why he was caring at all. By all rights, the 'phase' should've scraped away the last flecks of sentiment from him, leaving him cold and stripped of those softer instincts.
Apparently, he still had a few shreds left to spare.
("Suppose that's… a good thing?) he thought, leaning his weight lazily against the nearest support beam. ("I don't feel half as antagonistic as I did during the festival…")
It wasn't exactly a comforting revelation — but it was a distraction. And distractions were worth their weight in gold right now.
