[Ah. There was that darkness, and that connection to the Master they had to face.
Bedivere didn't talk first thing that morning. He certainly felt energetic- a night of taking mana from Dazai had provided him with more than enough energy for the day- but he wasn't sure how to even broach the subject of that memory he had seen. Especially since they hadn't talked about the shared memories before, and Bedivere wasn't sure if Dazai understood what was going on.
Once again, Bedivere's reluctance to speak out meant he was keeping quiet about something important, and it would likely blow up in his face later.
Instead, while Dazai went about his morning routine of waking up and dressing himself, Bedivere worked on re-attaching his metal arm and fixing his shirt. A button-up shirt was a pain to put back on at night, maybe he could search for a pullover one today instead. Though he didn't want to outright ask Dazai, because he was only to stay for a few weeks at most. He felt bad asking for anything special, under those conditions.
Once he was put back together and dressed, Bedivere once again made breakfast for Dazai. It still wasn't the breakfast Bedivere would have liked- meat was so expensive in Japan- it would have to do.
It was only once Dazai came out to the kitchen that Bedivere finally spoke to him.]
Good morning, Master. Are you ready for breakfast?
[A cordial greeting, one that danced around the real issues of the morning.]
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Bedivere didn't talk first thing that morning. He certainly felt energetic- a night of taking mana from Dazai had provided him with more than enough energy for the day- but he wasn't sure how to even broach the subject of that memory he had seen. Especially since they hadn't talked about the shared memories before, and Bedivere wasn't sure if Dazai understood what was going on.
Once again, Bedivere's reluctance to speak out meant he was keeping quiet about something important, and it would likely blow up in his face later.
Instead, while Dazai went about his morning routine of waking up and dressing himself, Bedivere worked on re-attaching his metal arm and fixing his shirt. A button-up shirt was a pain to put back on at night, maybe he could search for a pullover one today instead. Though he didn't want to outright ask Dazai, because he was only to stay for a few weeks at most. He felt bad asking for anything special, under those conditions.
Once he was put back together and dressed, Bedivere once again made breakfast for Dazai. It still wasn't the breakfast Bedivere would have liked- meat was so expensive in Japan- it would have to do.
It was only once Dazai came out to the kitchen that Bedivere finally spoke to him.]
Good morning, Master. Are you ready for breakfast?
[A cordial greeting, one that danced around the real issues of the morning.]