After what Maria had said, Faust sank into thought on the chair he was sitting on. He had his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands; he looked terrible—he was.
Could the reason for these sudden changes be a dream, a nightmare? Eh. I mean, part of me wants to say why not, but honestly I don't think that I want to connect what happened then to anything. A strange moment and strange results—nothing to be surprised about. You should just say the past is the past and move on. Even if the "past" in question was only a few hours ago.
"So, Faust—are you going to tell me, or not?"
"Alright, fine… I'll tell you."
Before speaking, Faust stared at the floor. As if something he'd done was about to be exposed—stressed. Embarrassed?
Faust started tapping his right foot lightly but quickly on the ground.
Tap!Tap!Tap!Tap!Tap!…
Maria called out.
"Faust?"
But Faust had drifted away. His eyes weren't seeing clearly; his mind felt like it was lost in fog…
What's happening?… I feel drunk. My eyes… I… everything's blurry. Sounds. The sounds are muffled. I can't hear. I can't understand… it's like… like it's very far away…
"Faust!"
I can't hear… I can't understand you, Maria.
Faust lost consciousness. As his eyes slowly closed, he tilted toward Maria's bed and very soon—rather, before he could even—hit his head on the wooden corner of the bed…
THUD… BAM!
"Oh fuck! Holy fucking shit!!"
He hit his head first on the bed and then, with the momentum, on the floor—but the impact brought his consciousness back.
"Are you okay, Faust?"
"H—y-yeah. Whew. Thought the world was gone."
"You're okay, right?"
"I said yes, don't you hear my words?!"
"You seem back to normal."
"I am."
Faust picked up the overturned chair and stretched his back.
Crack crack…
Man. My back's gotten stiff as hell?!
"We didn't really get to talk about that dream of yours, did we?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"So… are you going to start now?"
Faust brushed himself off and pulled up his pants a bit.
"Maria. Honestly, I feel better right now. I mean, there's no need—but maybe we can do it another time, yeah?"
"B-but we haven't even talked about anything yet."
"Sure, sure—yeah, yeah, sorry, but I've got things to do. I need to meet Klint—snow, city, or whatever the fuck it is."
"When will you be back?"
"Well, if you're asking about my badass business, I've got to deal with the Tenth Heir, and there are debts and stuff. But if you mean in general… I'll come back whenever the fuck I want. You get me?"
"Alright. As you wish."
"Glad you understand. See you another time then Maria."
Faust walked out the door without looking back—he even left it open. If the strong wind hadn't slammed it shut, it would've stayed open until Faust's next visit.
Faust was trying to remember something, but nothing came to mind. Hoping it might help, he started hitting his head.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Hmm… Let's think. What was I in such a rush to leave for? Damn. Right. Klint.
"Unfinished business, unpaid debts, men who refuse to die, and an unfinished duel await us."
Actually, you couldn't really call it unfinished—more like…finished but unfinished.
"Oh man I just LOVE talking to myself like its some cool shit while knowing its absolutely not fucking cool, sadly."