[Luca has been scarce for most of the week, opting to pass the time by himself and do some personal soul-searching (outside of the little investigation to find the new room, of course). His talk with Alex from over a week ago is heavy on his mind, and he still doesn't really have an answer for it. Where will he go when this is done? His world is gone, if Jericho is to be believed, and the only tie he has left to his old life needs to be rescued too. But once that is handled, where will he and his son go? And, more importantly, who will he go with?
Days pass, and Luca still doesn't have an answer. And the 'if they even get out' is weighing even more heavily on his mind now too.
When Friday passes with no death and no trial, Luca starts to come out again. But Saturday is probably the day he is really seen, as he spends a good part of that day in the new room, watching for changes. A rising sun, changing lights in the city, anything. Eventually he grows bored with watching, though, and makes his way down to the lower floors to take care of other business.
At some point he will be in the infirmary to change the bandages on his arm, and the kitchen to try and make himself some food. But besides that, a good part of the evening is spent in the art room, where he is practicing writing and sketching with his left hand. It's nowhere near as neat and nice as his right-handed work is, but he's trying. And it's actually readable!]
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Days pass, and Luca still doesn't have an answer. And the 'if they even get out' is weighing even more heavily on his mind now too.
When Friday passes with no death and no trial, Luca starts to come out again. But Saturday is probably the day he is really seen, as he spends a good part of that day in the new room, watching for changes. A rising sun, changing lights in the city, anything. Eventually he grows bored with watching, though, and makes his way down to the lower floors to take care of other business.
At some point he will be in the infirmary to change the bandages on his arm, and the kitchen to try and make himself some food. But besides that, a good part of the evening is spent in the art room, where he is practicing writing and sketching with his left hand. It's nowhere near as neat and nice as his right-handed work is, but he's trying. And it's actually readable!]