Curiosity!!!
Out he came from the dark mouth of the jail, air catching short in his chest.
A hint of old fire hung in Vel's city air, a leftover whisper from Leon's fight long past - not quite fresh, never clean. Yet after the thick wet hush indoors, the open breath above ground stung just right.
The heavy metal door closed with a hollow bang at his back.
Even now… the words kept ringing.
It's not about the actual words.
The tone.
Out here, a wobble in their stance - yet they stand. Not quite right, these postures, but unshaken too. Each step forward feels like a misstep that somehow holds. Their balance is wrong by most rules. Still, it carries them. Something cracked, yet still moving. A rhythm out of tune keeps going anyway.
A twitch ran through Leon's back as he shifted his weight. One sharp roll loosened the tightness, just slightly.
What's making me stuck on this person right now? Maybe it's just habit pulling me back without warning.
He didn't know.
