Consilium V

[Animus]

Animus watches Joshua's retreating back sadly. He understood that fear, saw its ubiquity. It's why I can't rest, can't pass the burden onto someone more capable. For a moment he watches the mages trickling out, wondering if the whole thing weren't just some production.

A sudden weariness overtakes the Thyrsus. Senses of isolation and fragility could only be pushed away so far, and they continued to eat at him. Tired eyes flick back to the Magister. "I should go too. The day's been wearing." He waits long enough for a reply before turning to make his own way toward the door.

[West (The Mage)]

Awesome. I've seen farts received better than that joke. Nice work.

West nodded, his trust in words spent.

As others filtered out, he made his way to the back to retrieve the robe that had been as out of place as the humor.