Morro stood alone in the shadowed corner of the monastery courtyard, the faintest flicker of green light dancing across his fingers as he absentmindedly manipulated the wind. It was a calm evening, the quiet only interrupted by the occasional rustling of leaves as the breeze swept through the trees. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of contemplation and frustration etched into his features. While his time back on earth had changed much, some parts of him -his need for solitude, his wariness of trust- remained. He was still a work in progress, though part of him was beginning to wonder if he ever truly would be "fixed."

The wind howled a little louder, responding to his thoughts, as if to challenge him. Morro let out a soft breath, his eyes narrowing as the gusts began to swirl around him more rapidly. He had been working on mastering his emotions, his powers, but something felt... unsettled. His fingers clenched, the air around him rippling with the subtle force of his frustration. He wasn’t sure if he was seeking peace or just avoiding it. The idea of interacting with anyone felt draining, yet here he was, oddly aware of the emptiness of the courtyard.