[A couple of inkspots appear on the page, as if the owner of the journal is pondering what to write. Then a short pause, and it switches over to voice. Or perhaps "voice." After a minute of nothing but the wind and the faint sound of the river, the entry is cut off by the sound of the journal closing.
... Or is it?
About a half-hour later, there is a muffled thump and the sound of pages flapping through the air before another soft whump. Did someone... punch something over? Faintly, there's a note on a flute. Another, another... an... ear-piercing shrill.] I don't understand why this is so- [Soft grumbling. If one listens closely, they can pick out the occasional word. Something about some "Veros" character, and several shocking allegations about questionable portions of his anatomy. Yet another pause, and then...
SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Shortly followed by a small splash.
...
And then hurried footsteps and a much larger one.]
... Or is it?
About a half-hour later, there is a muffled thump and the sound of pages flapping through the air before another soft whump. Did someone... punch something over? Faintly, there's a note on a flute. Another, another... an... ear-piercing shrill.] I don't understand why this is so- [Soft grumbling. If one listens closely, they can pick out the occasional word. Something about some "Veros" character, and several shocking allegations about questionable portions of his anatomy. Yet another pause, and then...
SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Shortly followed by a small splash.
...
And then hurried footsteps and a much larger one.]
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Sigmund watches Edward for a moment before his eyes narrow. Not out of anger, out of... something else. He turns away again, his head and torso this time.]
He learned of your past here, and accepted you- was even happy. He called you father. He wanted it. Even if you can't change what happened, isn't it more important to look ahead?
[He's a little deceased, Edward. That could be a complication on the whole "look to the future" thing.]
[Which... is kind of unlikely, all things considered.]
Leave.
Though Capell's managed to influence his invasive side, admittedly. Asking questions even in a volitile situation, going above and beyond what's expected... Edward wishes he could be so bold sometimes. ...Or care that much, if it came to that.
He hesitates a moment, watching Sigmund, then lowers his head and rises to his feet, stepping away to head back to the house. He doesn't bow or salute, though. Not this time.]