[Good evening, House 32. Your wayward hero has returned to you after his quiet vacation right off of his mortal coil, all expenses paid by the Dreadknight. Or rather, he has been returned, and is sitting propped neatly up against the front door with his also wayward boot in his lap.
How odd.
But closer inspection might explain it, as he seems to have somehow bruised all of his knuckles, as if he was punching walls for the last few hours. Or faces. Faces are always a possibility. If the Malnosso are keeping a file on him, it probably says, "CAUTION. Subject is violent and belligerent. Keep restrained or sedated at all times." It would also reveal that he is not unconscious. He's just... having a little trouble coming to terms with the way the ground is moving. So he reaches up and knocks on the door, softly at first, but if he has to keep trying, it'll get louder every few minutes as his arm stops feeling like Halgitian jelly.]
Edward. Edward.
[He's only sitting here until his legs remember that they have bones in them. He'll drag his own drugged ass into the house if need be, thanks.]
[Written, Some Hours Later // Private to Leonid]
I have returned, and you are still here. You can never be rid of me.
How odd.
But closer inspection might explain it, as he seems to have somehow bruised all of his knuckles, as if he was punching walls for the last few hours. Or faces. Faces are always a possibility. If the Malnosso are keeping a file on him, it probably says, "CAUTION. Subject is violent and belligerent. Keep restrained or sedated at all times." It would also reveal that he is not unconscious. He's just... having a little trouble coming to terms with the way the ground is moving. So he reaches up and knocks on the door, softly at first, but if he has to keep trying, it'll get louder every few minutes as his arm stops feeling like Halgitian jelly.]
Edward. Edward.
[He's only sitting here until his legs remember that they have bones in them. He'll drag his own drugged ass into the house if need be, thanks.]
[Written, Some Hours Later // Private to Leonid]
I have returned, and you are still here. You can never be rid of me.
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...You're not well. [Dammit, Sigmund, don't lie.]
I am. [Alright, once more, with less defensiveness.] I am. They drugged me. [He thinks.]
Then you should be resting.
Is that not our destination? [All things considered, he's actually pretty happy, what with the not being dead for serious this time, and it probably shows.]
So he just keeps his mouth shut, quietly leading Sigmund into the bedroom and over to the bed.]
Come. Tell me what has happened.
...There were a number of attacks on the village during your absence, my lord, but the danger seems to have passed.
You've done well, Edward.
Thank you, my lord.
[...And since he has to say it before he bursts-]
Why didn't you take me with you?
I needed you here.
He doesn't need to say it - he's certain that Sigmund knows he believes it - so he keeps his mouth shut. Doesn't nod, though, because even though he understands, he just can't agree. Svala is important to him, and Katie deserves protection, and if he hadn't been here over the past few weeks they could have been hurt. He knows that.
...But even so.]
At times, we must ignore our own wishes for the sake of others.
He's just sulking, again. Dammit.]
...Yes, my lord.
What's done is done. What matters is that Leonid will know now that he cannot be rid of me.
Do you think that will really help?
Would I have done this if I didn't?
I hope you're right. The Dreadknight can be... unpredictable.
If we are lucky, it will give him pause. If not... his powers are less than they were. We may be a match for him here. [Someone sounds like he has a whole deck of aces up his sleeve.]
...Have you determined what was lost yet?
...
He punches the bedside table.]
Nothing. Nothing at all.] ... I believe I just did.