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𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐘 in a flash, and life continues on as normal as it could be in Liberio. You don't take any more impromptu trips to the Warrior's Headquarters, never going further than the entrance when waiting for Gabi to exit the building. The Warriors only appear sparingly as the months pass by, with some, such as Pieck, leaving for long periods of time to support the front lines in the developing war.
You continue with your studies, learning written Marleyan on your desk, and hiding your Eldian notes under loose floorboards in your room. You bury yourself in mastering both, thanking whatever deity made it so you automatically understood the spoken language. Maybe it had to do something about how in the series everyone spoke a common tongue, and yet had different writing systems.
You didn't think too hard about it though. Any more questioning about the laws and nature of this universe would have you up at ungodly hours. Again.
Your steps are lighter, the river of your consciousness less turbulent. It is still nowhere near calm, but the dam constructed with the reassurance of your soon to be made trip helps keep it at bay. The change in your attitude is apparent even to Gabi, with whom you've quickly grown close to.
"You seem... less tired, somehow," she says when you're out on a stroll, HQ getting smaller and smaller in the distance as you walk away from it.
"Do I?" you hum, tilting your head to the side.
Gabi nods, swinging her arms around as she matches your stride.
"Colt has the same eyebags you had months ago. How come yours are gone and his are still there? Is that like," –she skips over some rocks– "a teenager thing?"
