[He wasn't sure which was work. The inky darkness or the sterile white of that cell that the Malnosso had thrown him in for the week prior to the last Shift. The darkness was inherently more comfortable to him for it's practicality. It was a tool, like everything, and the shadows had saved him more than once.
Lupin looked off into the black and tilted his head when he thought he heard something off in the distance. A moment passed before he fully grasped the situation.
Meditation. right.]
I'm here.
[His tone was even, somewhat mystified. His own attempts could be better described as chasing butterflies. His thoughts, ideas, observations, and ponderings always seeped through any outside veil of calm that he tried to absorb.]
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Lupin looked off into the black and tilted his head when he thought he heard something off in the distance. A moment passed before he fully grasped the situation.
Meditation. right.]
I'm here.
[His tone was even, somewhat mystified. His own attempts could be better described as chasing butterflies. His thoughts, ideas, observations, and ponderings always seeped through any outside veil of calm that he tried to absorb.]