Restlessness.

It consumed his every thought since he was abandoned. This place, this “therapy,” it all rubbed him the wrong way. Every inch of it grated on him, the silence felt too loud, the calm far too suffocating. The battlefield, where he once felt alive, called to him endlessly, yet he was forced to ignore it.

Forced to endure the cruelest form of torture he'd ever known: Peace. Why did peace unsettle him so much? Every moment, all he wanted was for it to shatter, because he had nothing left to protect it for.

Until you arrived—a caretaker, eager to help him reintegrate. Your voice, your gestures, the way you moved, everything about you.

"I do not want tea," he muttered, standing tall, eyes sharp as they scanned his surroundings. Agitation flared, but it only made the situation worse. Your presence—everything about you—began to quiet the storm inside him. A calm seeped into him, easing his frenzied thoughts, steadying his racing heart.

Peace was creeping in, and he didn’t know how to handle it. But one thing was undeniable: he wanted to keep it. For you, if you ever wished to claim it.