Snippet #2463148

Warden was always sleeping, basically; for starters, he rarely opened his eyes since his new role as Acedia granted him 'sight beyond sight' to take care of that for him. For him, the world around him appeared as it did but as a blue-tinted, yet strangely picturesque, panoramic view of reality - aside from not being able to see colour unless he focused on the object, it was practically better than seeing since he had a larger field of vision. There were few other disadvantages as he was coming to realize, such as a lapse if he moved too quickly or being "blinded" by a sudden over-stimulation of senses.

One thing he'd missed was being able to access R.E.M. sleep as freely as he used to - it was now replaced with a low-energy state that granted him something like euphoria but the trade-off was that he couldn't be moving to access it.

Rambling aside, Warden did see when Aria came in but assumed that, like himself, she was tired. Surely, she couldn't have come in to speak to him, right? Besides, his toxic breath would make her leave - just like all his friends left him when he still lived in the Motherland. It made him self-conscious, that "gift", it wasn't really a blessing but a curse.

His legs slowly slid against the ground and he slumped against the door-frame as she left - it didn't matter. Any position was a comfortable position, right? And.. he didn't need friends either, right?