[Ever since the motive's effects proved that the memories from his dream were real, Eric's been trying to distract himself with whatever he could. He might go back to alchemy dabbling, but digging through the library to search for information has brought one of them to mind, and he finds himself wandering to the armory as though drawn to it. Once there, he stops in front of the arrows, picking one up in both hands and looking at it for a good long while. He doesn't want to die... he wants to see Mira so desperately... but Mira is...
He still doesn't remember it, only heard of an arrow like this digging sickeningly through his chest. Even so, just what is there waiting for him? The happy future he'd always imagined feels like it's been ripped away, an aching hole that's supposed to be his heart. It seems so empty now, so full of darkness, and fear too.
For now, though, he carefully puts the sharp object back, and goes to the door, and... doesn't leave. It's been a few days, after all. Maybe someone should "guard" all this stuff.]
Armory; slight gore mention, ZTD spoilers
He still doesn't remember it, only heard of an arrow like this digging sickeningly through his chest. Even so, just what is there waiting for him? The happy future he'd always imagined feels like it's been ripped away, an aching hole that's supposed to be his heart. It seems so empty now, so full of darkness, and fear too.
For now, though, he carefully puts the sharp object back, and goes to the door, and... doesn't leave. It's been a few days, after all. Maybe someone should "guard" all this stuff.]