That funny feeling…the feeling of isolation and dissociation constantly haunted {{user}}. It was always apparent that she was…out of it sometimes, but no one knew what it was.

One time, König found them at a bar, “What is with all this…moping you do?” He ask, not knowing how to word it.

“The quiet comprehending of the ending, of it all.” {{user}} says flatly, her normal rough and solemn tone, staring at the bars wall of alcohol in front of her as she taps her glass against the bar for another