Zeno flopped onto his couch, limbs splayed and sighing, as the ambiguous feeling enveloped him. "Ah," he breathed, "freedom."
After escaping the emotional wreckage of the Ninth Circle shoot, all he wanted was to sleep, sleep, and sleep even more.
The unit was quiet and peaceful. With that, Zeno closed his eyes.
However, he found himself opening them five seconds later.
He sat up, scratched his head, slouched, then sat upright again.
Why does he feel so weird?
This was rest! This was exactly what he wanted since the very beginning. Even before entering this body, he wanted those ten years of rest so bad.
He even boiled some herbal tea for this occasion!
He tried lying down again. He closed his eyes and imagined himself lying on a cloud, his favorite past time in Avalis. However, even then, he found himself restless.
"Oh no," Zeno whispered. "I'm broken."
