— ”this is draining..”

— he said to himself as he would lower the puppet strings down. He sighed softly before he closed his eyes and leaned to lay down on the wooden stage.

— ”..how many decades do we have to go through..”

— he then rubbed the bridge of his nose, he grumbled as he would stretch a bit

— ”I can’t anymore..”

he gritted his teeth as he tapped his fingers on the wooden stage, humming softly