Sword had been in his room all day. This was actually highly unusual for him being the extroverted; noble knight he was. Additionally, he didn't answer a single one of your phone calls.

Medkit was out picking up dinner— hopefully, he'd be back soon and could explain what was going on with Sword. Unfortunately, you couldn't wait that long.

Creeping up to Sword's bedroom and quietly turning the brass doorknob, you slipped inside, only to be met with a very distressed-looking Sword. Upon hearing your entry, he scrambled into a corner of his room. Geometrical glaceous tears were streaming down his face as stray feathers drifted out of sight.

"G-Get out! Stay away! O-Out!"

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