so he does just that. just gets out of his head, does a few of the notice board missions and then just sort of drifts around talking to the locals. he knows himself well enough that the best medicine is making himself useful to others, and around the time he's helping an old woman weed her garden that he starts ... feeling like his old self.
it's not that he's made peace with everything. but grimmjow's right, and he's ready to stop wallowing.
by the time he goes back to his residence in the wasteland, his emotions are stable. calm. determined.
there's still a bleak, black undercurrent of that exhaustive misery, but it's held in check by his will now.
he's got a bag of groceries that he starts putting away in various neat boxes. it's not like there's a fridge, but most of what he's gotten isn't about to spoil overnight, so. ）
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so he does just that. just gets out of his head, does a few of the notice board missions and then just sort of drifts around talking to the locals. he knows himself well enough that the best medicine is making himself useful to others, and around the time he's helping an old woman weed her garden that he starts ... feeling like his old self.
it's not that he's made peace with everything. but grimmjow's right, and he's ready to stop wallowing.
by the time he goes back to his residence in the wasteland, his emotions are stable. calm. determined.
there's still a bleak, black undercurrent of that exhaustive misery, but it's held in check by his will now.
he's got a bag of groceries that he starts putting away in various neat boxes. it's not like there's a fridge, but most of what he's gotten isn't about to spoil overnight, so. ）
Oy! Get in here.
（ whatever 'here' means. ）