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Nearly There Nicely 40

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The next few days were pretty boring. Will spent the days sitting by the edge of the bed where Crow slept. Sometimes when the servants would check in on him, Will would be sitting on the edge of the bed. Other times he was on the ground, and other than that, he'd be sitting in a chair he'd brought in. He seemed to constantly be watching Crow's face. Slowly, books began to fill the guestroom, piling up on the floors.

When Rhys came in to check up on Will after four days, he had to step cautiously over the books. “I was wondering where all of my books were going to.” Rhys said with a hand on his hip. “Will, what are all these?”

Will pointed to one of the books at the edge of the bed, not looking up from the one he was reading. Rhys looked at the cover, noticing it was a book on sleep patterns, and then sighed. “You know, he's been in this coma for a while. Why don't I have a doctor look at him?”

“No!” Will shook his head, “If it is his soul, then they won't know what's wrong. Look,” Will pointed to Crow's face, “He's still breathing.”

Rhys sighed again, “Will. You... might just have to face facts that he's not waking up.”

Will threw the book he had been reading at Rhys. “Don't say that!” Rhys caught the book, turning it over to look at it. It was a medical book on coma specifics. “It's not a normal coma, so he'll wake up!”

“Maybe.”

Will settled a glare on his godfather. “You're the one who told me to believe that he'll wake up.”

“Yeah but...” Rhys frowned, “I didn't think he'd be asleep after like, five or six days.”

“I'm not gonna give up.”

“And when he wakes up? Won't he just leave?” Rhys asked, “He doesn't exactly want to see his dear sweet daddy, you know.”

Will shrugged, “Well, first I'm going to smack him. And then after that, we can decide.”

“We?” Rhys raised an eyebrow. “You mean, you two together will decide something?” When Will didn't answer, Rhys groaned, “Please tell me you're not going to deal with the gods anymore.”

“I can't promise that.”

Rhys shook his head, “You're getting in too deep and you won't end up alive after all of it.”

Will shook his head, “It's not like I had anything going for me before this, right?”

“That's... Not what I meant.” Rhys shook his head. “Oh yeah, your dad is releasing a public statement tomorrow.” He paused, “He'll be officially accepting you back into the Bel'vaz family. Great, huh?”

Will looked up to him, “But he didn't get his memories back.”

“No.” Rhys shrugged. “He knows he forgot something really dear to him... And that he had a son, but he can't remember what he forgot.” He sighed, turning to leave the room, “Anyway. Once it's out, you can move back in with him.”

“I'm not going to.”

Rhys stopped, turning to look back at Will. “Excuse me? Isn't this what you've been wanting?”

“You made him do it.” Will stated flatly. “I'm not going back to him until he remembers.”

“That'll never happen. Just like that zombie in front of you will never wake up.” Rhys shouted, “You have to just move on! Things are progressing, and will continue to do so without you!”

“Fine.” Will shrugged. “If you don't want me here, I'll just leave.” Will stood up and started to uncover Crow, moving to put him on his back so he can carry him out.

Rhys held up his hand, “Wait.” Then let out an exasperated sigh. “You two can stay... I just wish you'd start doing something besides waiting for him day in, and day out. Aren't you tired of it?”

“Yeah,” Will nodded, putting Crow back down onto the bed and covered him up again. He spent a moment making sure that whatever position he was in, Crow would be comfortable. “But the thing is, I figure he spent a long time waiting for someone to help him. So, I can wait a bit for him to wake up.”

Rhys watched in silence for a few minutes as Will sat himself back down in the chair next to the bedside, picked up the book and began to read it again. Every few words, Will would take a quick glance at Crow's face before returning to the page.

“How long do you plan to wait?”

Will looked up to Rhys and said with a very serious face, “Til I die, if I have to.”

Without another question, Rhys left the room quietly, closing the door behind him. He put a hand to his lips thinking for a few minutes before calling a couple of servants over. A short while later, a couple of maids came in and tidied up all of the books on the floor, and then wheeled in an upright piano. They stopped the piano by the open wall next to one of the windows. They nodded their head to Will, who hadn't looked up from Crow or the book, and then left without a word.

Once the door was shut again, Will hung his head and let out a heavy sigh. “You need to wake up already.” He complained, stretching his back and arms. “I'm getting tired of just sitting around here.”

A few more days passed. At every meal-time, the servants would knock on the door and then bring in a tray of food for Will. They made sure it was always a different meal, so he wouldn't get bored. After an hour, they would return to pick up the dishes, and never comment.

On the eleventh day, Will sighed. He was sitting on the floor with his chin on the edge of the bed, staring intently at Crow's sleeping face. “I often look at you and see the shadow of Lien- a carefree and fun youth.” He sighed again, his breath going forward and blowing some of the loose hairs.

Will reached up and replaced the hairs neatly, before dropping his arm back to his side again. “I wonder why Crow is so cautious?” He tilted his head to the side, wondering aloud, “About his dad... About what he says and does... Was it just because Phyte was in his mind all the time?”

Will made an unhappy face, then animated it to be more unhappy, to see if Crow would wake up. Then he laughed lightly, and adjusted the blankets around some to feel Crow's skin underneath. It didn't feel particularly warm or cold. Will dropped his hand again, then put his face down into the sheets.

“Wake up already, dammit.” Will grumbled to the silence.

After a moment, slowly Will's head slid some to the side. Eventually Will's head slid right off as he fell to his side on the floor and groaned. “I'm so bored.”

He laid like that for a few minutes. When he sat up, Will looked at the piano and then stretched. He stood up and walked toward it, then turned away from it and continued to walk. To distract himself, Will busied himself with picking up the books and piled them next to the door. Then he walked back toward the piano, and then away again. He spent a moment or two fussing with the curtains, and then another adjusting the chair's angle that was next to Crow's head. He glanced at the piano one more time and then finally just laid down on the side of the bed he'd been sleeping on.

Will let out a groan, throwing his forearm over his eyes. “I'm not quite bored enough to play...” He mumbled to himself.

“Do you play any thing?” Will asked Crow through the silence. Of course, no answer came. Will nodded, answering himself, “Mmm, you're right. Sometimes I wish I didn't play at all. People always ask you to 'play something' the minute they find out.”

Will let out another groan, rolling over to look at Crow's sleeping face. He watched quietly, then glared at him and swung an arm down to drop limply on Crow's chest. He waited to see if it would cause any difference in Crow's sleeping pattern, which it didn't.

“You sleep like a rock.”

Will sat up and looked at the piano again. He yawned and tried to think of something else to do in this little room. When no idea came, Will got up and went over to the piano. He lifted up the case covering the keys slowly. Upon seeing the familiar black and white pattern, Will felt nauseated, and the urge to close the cover overwhelmed him. The sound of the case slamming shut echoed around him. Will thought it had gone on for eternity.

It took a while, but soon the sound had ghosted out of Will's ears. When that happened, he unlocked his knees and fell to be sitting beside the piano. Lazily, he began to play with the foot pedals.

Once that was all out of his system, Will got up and returned to his seat at Crow's side and went back to staring at him.

Another day passed, and servants and maids brought him food. When Will had to get up to go take a shower and get fresh clothes, he would direct a servant to stay sitting next to Crow. And when Will would return all clean, the servant would always have nothing to report. So with a renewed heavy heart, Will would sit back down next to Crow and watch him all over again.

Seventeen days passed in total.

Will, on the morning of the seventeenth day, had finished eating the breakfast that was brought to him and sat himself down in front of the piano. He spent thirty minutes just trying to open the cover to the keys. Once it was open, he spent another hour just staring at the keys, moving to touch them, and then recoiling his hand back to his body.

What kind of melody can I even play now? Will asked himself. I've just been sitting here waiting for someone to wake up, like some idiot. He sighed, reaching his hand up to trail his fingers over the keys. The smooth cold feeling of the keys sent shivers up his arm. It wasn't uncomfortable, but oddly a pleasant sensation that made Will's fingernails itch. His eyes stared at the pattern beneath his fingertips, the large amounts of white broken up by thinner black pieces. The keys were so clean that the light coming in the window shown off them.

Do I want to play something sad, or uplifting?
He thought to himself, trying to decide which idea sounded best.

Will tapped one of the middle keys light enough that no chord was struck. He sighed, giving in to his curiosity and desire. Will lifted both hands up to the keys fully, resting them on the smooth hard surface. It sent a chill up his arms, creating goosebumps. Will had to close his eyes for a moment as a sudden burst of repulsion jerked throughout his stomach and up to his chest. A gasp escaped his lips, but Will forced his eyes open to look down at the piano. Nothing was happening- the keys weren't lifting up to attack him in some crazy hallucination, neither was the wooden form getting larger until it would swallow him whole. Everything just remained as it was, stationary and waiting for his fingers to move.

Hesitantly, Will pushed down the first key, a thin black key underneath his right ring finger. It didn't make a noise at first, so he pushed a bit harder. When the sound rung out, Will jerked his finger up off of the key. He swallowed back the feeling to vomit, ignoring the throbbing headache ins his forehead. It's just an instrument. Will thought back to when he was little: sitting on the large piano stool in a place full of plants and pleasant smells, he would tap at the keys playfully making nonsensical sounds. Back then, there was no fear, no nausea, just him and the piano. All the rest of the world was gone, and nothing else mattered. Will let out a slow easy breath, his eyes focusing down onto the keys again. Once more, he pressed his ring finger down so the note rang out clearly. When the sound died away, a small smile formed in the corner of his mouth. It is just an instrument, after all.

Slowly, Will began to play a soft sad melody. It sounded heart-broken, and anyone listening would cry for sure. The melody began to slowly change, to something a bit more mysterious. Will shut his eyes, trying to think of an emotion. But all that sounded out were low keys that were giving off this depressing vibe. So, Will trailed his right hand up to the higher notes and began to strike in a few. That made all the difference, and suddenly the weight of the depressing emotion was replaced with something much happier and adventurous.

Suddenly, Will realized he didn't feel sad anymore- not about his father, or his mother's death, or that Crow won't wake up. Surprised, he lifted his hands and stopped playing, resting them in his lap. Will hung his head forward, pushing it against the base of the music desk. He let out a loud long sigh.

“I heard that.”

“Sorry.” Will replied after a brief pause.

Then he opened his eyes, and shifted to sit up. “Sorry?” Will asked this time, afraid to turn. But no answer came. So Will just groaned and dropped his head back onto the music desk. After a moment of silence he groaned, “Ow...”

“Don't hurt yourself.”

“I won't...” Will blinked open his eyes slowly. He thought for a moment, thinking who the hell that voice belonged to. It didn't sound like Rhys, but it could be one of the servants.

“Have you got any food? I'm starving!”

Will shot up like a firecracker, and whizzed around. He moved so fast, he had to grab onto the piano for stability. He gaped, his blue eyes staring as wide as saucers at the figure that was slowly starting to sit up on the bed. It wasn't moving very fast-- whatever it was-- in fact, it could barely hold itself up on his elbows.

Will was so startled that it was Crow moving, he couldn't believe it. Will backed up, tripping over the bench, hit the piano and fell back between the two. The force of his fall caused the bench to be pushed forward away from the piano, and as he went down, his arms rattled against the keys as he tried to catch himself. The sound that echoed forth from the piano was a painful mash of keys.

“Whoa! Careful there!” Crow yelped, seeing Will back up and fall. “Are you okay?” He shifted to get up, but as soon as his feet were under him, it was like a baby giraffe being born. And down Crow collapsed onto his stomach, his face flat against the cool floor.

For a moment, there was no noise. But steadily, Crow's shoulders began to shake as a chuckle softly came forth. Will, hearing that, felt himself begin to chuckle. In turn, their giggling got louder and louder, until it was full on laughter for a few minutes.

Finally, Crow groaned, as he tried to army crawl his way towards Will. “I've got no strength!” He sigh, laughing again. Crow propped his chin in his hand, shifting to his elbows to look over at Will. “But seriously. I need food.”

Will laughed a bit, getting up and going over to him. “All right. I'll go see what they have in the kitchen--”

“No.” Crow cut in as Will lifted him up by his arms, one over Will's shoulders. “I'm not waiting for you to go and then bring the food back here. I'm going with you.”

“With these squishy legs?” Will shook his head, helping Crow to stand fully.

“I need food now!” Crow retorted indignantly.

Without any argument, Will helped Crow out of the room and down the hall. As they went, Will said to him, “You're going on a diet after this. You're too heavy for me to keep lugging you around like this.”

“You aren't light yourself, Will.” Crow pointed out as he hobbled, struggling to keep up so he wasn't being dragged.

“Are you calling me fat?” Will asked, a smile in the corner of his lips.

“Well.. You aren't as fit as me, that's one thing.”

Will shook his head. “You aren't fit. You're just a pile of muscles and bones!”

“Hey, now.” Crow made a hurt voice that was amusing. “I'm totally a hot pile of bones.”

“So hot that I could just drop you now, huh?” Will asked.

Crow shook his head, “No, no! At least help me to the table!” There was silence for a brief moment before Crow mumbled, “At least I have abs...”

Will shook his head. And again the two started chuckling. Their laughter died down as they entered the kitchen after walking through the long cold halls. It was steadily raining outside, but not enough to make any noise. They hadn't really seen anyone on their way- no sign of servants or guards. It made Crow wonder where they all were, but he didn't really want to talk about that. The kitchen itself was large and grand, with several people inside making food for various reasons. At one wall there was an island-countertop that led to another smaller kitchen. Will took Crow to that smaller kitchen, and once through there, they stopped at a small breakfast nook. It had a bench on one side big enough for two people, and two chairs on the opposite side, with a third chair on the other open end.

Will eased Crow onto the bench and helped him get situated before walking back into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with two plates of food: a dish of fruit (bananas, slices of oranges and apples, some kiwi and grapes), and a dish of breakfast foods (scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, waffles). Again, Will left to the kitchen and when he returned he had a tray with some drinks on it: two cups of water, a tall glass of a red smoothie of some sort, and some orange juice.

“I... wasn't sure what you wanted.” Will confessed as he set the drinks down in front of Crow.

“This is awesome! Thanks!” Crow said cheerily.

Crow started with eating the banana, slowly. After he was finished and waited a few minutes to make sure he didn't feel sick from the shock of food in his system, Crow began to pick at the fruit, starting with the apples first. Will watched him without comment, sipping his water. It took around two hours for Crow to finish eating- almost clearing everything off the plates.

“How long was I out?” “Did you play the piano a lot?” “Did you see your dad?” Those were the simple questions Crow asked while he ate. Will, of course, had answered honestly: 17 days, no to the piano, and no to his father.

As Crow was finishing eating, chewing lazily on what was left of the grapes, Will spoke up and asked him a question. “What are you going to do now?”

“Ah... Head north.” Crow answered flatly. “I'd like to get out of here before my dad shows up.”

Will ran his finger along the top of his glass, empty of water now. “Oh...” Will answered, kind of dejectedly.

Crow took note of that and smiled, “But, hey.” He said, making Will look up to him. “Thanks for taking care of me all this time. Maybe instead, I can go and talk to that god about getting your hair color back.”

At that, Will frowned. “I don't need my...” His words drifted off. Will had finally noticed that Crow's eyes weren't their brilliant golden color anymore- they weren't catching the light in odd surreal ways or sparkling like metal. They were a beautiful sapphire blue, not too dark, but not pale either. Their color was rich, and deep, as if they housed the ocean themselves.

Crow noticed Will staring at him. “...What?” He asked with a smile. “Falling for me now, are you?”

That made Will snap back to his senses. “No way!” He shook his head. “I just noticed your eyes are blue now.”

Crow blinked, surprised. Then, he began to look around. He had always remembered Will's skin and eye color, that he hadn't really noticed that he was truly seeing the color now. He looked at the black in Will's hair, then behind him to the cream on the wall. Then he looked to the dishes in front of them, and off into the kitchen at the bowls of fruit that were left sitting out. The more he looked around, the wider his mouth became, until he was gaping like a fish.

“C-Color.” Crow managed to squeak out. “I can see... colors.”

Will laughed at the surprised expression on Crow's face, but it didn't stop Crow from looking around the room at all. “You hadn't noticed either?”

“No!” Crow gaped. Then he started to laugh too. He leaned over after a moment, pushing his palm to his eyes. “Shit... I'm crying. I'm so happy!” Will stopped chuckling, watching Crow silently. His shoulders were shaking from his soft sobs, and Will could see a few tears streak down his forearm. “I'm... I'm free.”

Will felt the want to smile-- he was happy for Crow. But... He'll just be leaving soon after this. That thought made Will frown, and look down to empty cup in front of him. Nervously now, he ran his finger along the top again, it making a squeaking noise. The sound created a painful feeling in Will's ears, as if it were the loudest thing right now.

“Say,” Will said after a moment when Crow had begun to calm down. “What do I call you now?”

Crow looked up, wiping a few of the tears from his reddened eyes. “Eh... Just call me Crow, like you have been.”

“You don't want to be called Li--”

Crow cut Will off immediately, “Just Crow.”

Will stared at him, silent.

Crow had a very firm look in his eye. The blue seemed to swirl around his black pupil like a vortex. It captivated Will-- making him recall the pit deep within Crow's labyrinth. “Oh...” Will said, remembering what had happened, “When I was inside your mind, I saw...”

Crow held up his palm, silencing Will again. “Don't tell me.” He smiled a bit, “I don't really need to know, you know?”

“So... You know what happened?”

“No.” He answered, “But I just know that... Well...” He fell silent, his eyes falling back to the empty dishes before him. “I'm sorry that I asked you to do something dangerous like that.” He paused, then said louder, “I shouldn't have asked you.”

Will shifted back in his chair, curling his shoulders up a bit. “While we're on the subject... Matéas kinda wants the sword, you know?”

“I'll bet he does.” Crow scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Well... I kind of agreed to give it to him.” Will replied slowly.

Crow shrugged, “I dunno. What's he going to do with it? Go after Phyte?”

“Probably.” Will shrugged a bit. He looked hesitantly across the table at Crow. He was now leaning back in the booth, looking carelessly out into the kitchen. He looked annoyed. “Why do you care about Phyte?”

“I don't.” He corrected. “I care about what might happen to Akiio and Isaac.”

At that, Will shifted up. “Oh, yeah! They helped me get out of there with you.”

“What?” At that, Crow snapped his head back to look at Will, grabbing ahold of the edge of the table as if he wanted to throw it out of his way. “What did they do?”

“Uh...” Will tried to remember, startled at the sudden response from Crow. “I think uh... There was this door that they... Maybe Lisez... Someone had made... And they shoved us through.” Crow waited to see if there was anything else. Will turned his face down, “I don't know what happened after that...”

Crow sighed, sulking back into the booth. “That's ok...” He said after a brief pause. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Crow stretched his arms above his head, and shifted to see if he had the strength to get up. He let out a light chuckle when he could hardly move his legs toward the edge of the bench. “Can you do me a favor?”

Will shifted up, “Sure. What?”

“Tell that guy eavesdropping to go find James Corian.” He answered, leaning back into the bench.

Will nodded, a bit confused. He shifted up out of the chair and started toward the kitchen. Around the corner of the open doorway, Will spotted a man in his late twenties kneeling by the edge of the doorway. The man chuckled a bit nervously when Will saw him. “Uh... Can you go get James Corian please?” Will asked slowly. The man nodded, stood up and bowed to Will and then hurried off. Will returned to the table, and began to stack the dishes so he could carry them back into the kitchen. “Isn't your father...”

“Yeah.” Crow answered, not looking at him.

Will looked at Crow and then to the dishes. “So, why'd you...”

“I won't be going anywhere if I can't even stand up on my own.” Crow replied flatly. “And the training for knights is probably going to be the most effective thing for me right now.”

“You don't want to rest and get better?”

“I feel antsy enough already.”

Will nodded a bit, carrying the dishes back to the kitchen. When he returned to grab the tray with the glasses, Crow caught his wrist. “What? Still feel like you need to eat something?” Will asked, looking up to him.

Crow shook his head, his grip tightening a bit. “You've got no idea how thankful I am to you right now. You really saved me there.”

Will gaped, then smiled a bit. He tried to laugh it off easily. “It's fine. Why don't we just call ourselves even from the time you saved me?”

Crow scoffed again, but didn't let go of Will's wrist. “That was completely different. This...” He started, but then paused. Will looked to him when he stopped. “What you did for me, with Invictus and all...” He paused again, then just shouted, “Just take my thanks already!”

Will jumped a bit, startled from the sudden shout. Crow sighed, letting go of Will, dropping his head onto the table. Will stared at him, waiting a moment to see if he'd move. When he didn't, Will gently brushed his fingers through Crow's messy bedhead, fluffing the dark navy locks some. He smiled a bit, speaking softly, “Your hair's all messy.”

Crow jerked his hands, up, ruffling them through his hair and sighed. “Aaaagh!” He groaned, shifting to look up at Will. “Why would you say that?!”

Will laughed, reaching to play with the thick locks while Crow kept trying to adjust where they fell. “It's fun.”

“Good god! I need a haircut now!” Crow whined, trying to pull his head back from Will's reach. Will laughed, leaning over to play with his hair more.

“Sir!” came a man's voice from the kitchen. The two stopped, turning to look over at the man from before. “Colonel Corian will be here in a few minutes.”

Crow groaned audibly, waving his arms to the man. “Yeah, yeah, thanks.” The man nodded, grabbed the tray of glasses from Will, and hurried back into the kitchen. Will looked to Crow once he was gone. Crow had let out another heavy sigh, his palm pushing his bangs back from his face to expose his forehead. “This isn't gonna be pretty... You should probably leave.”

“How come?” Will asked, tilting his head to the side.

Crow shrugged, dropping his arms. “Just leave. I'll come see you soon.”

“You're leaving?”

“Yeah.” Crow nodded. He smiled at Will when he noticed Will starting to frown a bit. “Look at that, you've got your emotions back. Feel's better doesn't it?”

Will shifted a bit nervously, shaking his head. “I dunno if I … have them back. They're pretty heavy.”

Crow grinned, resting his chin on his palm as he propped his head up from the table. “That just means you're getting back to normal. It's not fun taking care of an invalid for three weeks.”

At that, Will chuckled a bit. Before Will could answer, they heard a man clear his throat behind them. When Will turned to see who it was, Crow had already let out another groan. Standing in the doorway to the breakfast nook was a man easily double their age, with a worn-out tired face, and stern eyes. His brows were furrowed, creating lines on his forehead, and his jaw was stuck in a stiff frown. Will recognized the man, nodded a bit and started to leave the room.

The man caught Will's upper arm as he passed by him. “Thank you for looking after him.” He said. He didn't let go until Will had given him an uncomfortable nod. After that, Will hurried his way through the kitchens. He stopped at the doorway to main kitchen, turning to look back to see if he could see what would happen between Crow and the man.

After a few minutes though, Will left back to the room where he had been with Crow earlier. He spent his time checking to see if his fall had damaged the piano in any way. When he was sure it was fine, Will sat down on the stool and stared at the keys. This time he didn't have the nerve to play. He frowned, staring blankly down at the sea of patterned black and white.

I'm worried about him... But, if he leaves, that means I won't be able to get my hands on Invticus.

~*~

“Yo, old man!” Crow had said in a rather unhappy voice, mocking a cheery tune.

“Not running away anymore?” the man asked, his tone firm and resolute.

Crow groaned, rolling his eyes. “What, like I have to run away from you?”

“You did.”

“Well, maybe I'll just leave again.” Crow said, shifting to stand, but he didn't have to strength to lift himself even an inch off of the bench.

Colonel Corian chuckled, sitting himself down across from Crow where Will had sat. “I know you wouldn't willingly turn yourself in to me, so I know something's rattling around in that empty head of yours.”

“My head isn't empty!”

“I thank you for not leaving before speaking to me at least this time.” the man continued speaking as if Crow hadn't said anything. “It takes time to get to know someone... And as you get to know them, you risk hurting them. I take it, that's what you did.” Crow tensed his jaw, glaring at the man, but didn't say a word. “His Majesty told me you came to visit looking for the chalice. I assume you no longer need it since your eyes are back.” Still, Crow didn't speak. “Perhaps you tricked an emotionally unstable young man to free you from your prison in exchange for an intensity of pleasure known only through the hot writhing act of sex.”

Crow slammed his fist onto the table. A stern glare settled on the man across from him, as rage quaked throughout Crow's tired and weak body. “Don't you dare make stupid accusations like that out of your ass, Jim.”

“That's 'father', or 'Colonel', to you, Lien.” He said firmly.

Crow shifted a bit, straightening his back up. “Let's get on the same page. I call you whatever the hell I want, and you don't call me that.”

“That is the name of you, my son.”

“And I'm saying, Lien is dead.” Crow reiterated harshly, his eyes thinning.

Jim tilted his head back, thinning his eyes testingly onto his son. He was thinking hard about what to say next, and Crow could almost see the gears in his eyes move. “Considering you barely have enough strength to sit up, I assume you want to start training again.” Crow nodded a bit, though reluctantly. “You will have to announce a body to protect. We can't just let you back in under the pretenses of this being simply physical therapy. Knighthood is a very serious business.”

“Screw that shit!” Crow rolled his eyes. “I just gotta get my strength up and then I'm getting' the hell outta here!”

“Again: you need to declare who it is you'll want to be protecting.” Jim answered firmly. Crow's settled a glare back onto his father, not speaking for a moment. Jim shifted, standing up. It was obvious that their conversation was finishing. “If you'd like, I can put you down for His Majesty and set you up with the--”

“Will.” Crow cut in.

Jim stopped speaking this time, frozen. His eyes slowly moved to look at Crow's. “Say again.”

“Will Bel'vaz.” came Crow's snarky answer. His lips curved into a smirk, feeling satisfaction when Jim didn't say anything in return. Jim just nodded a bit, straightened up fully, and left the room without a word.

After he was gone, Crow let out an exasperated sigh, sliding down in the booth. “Why does talking to him always piss me off?” He sighed again, opening his eyes to look up at the colorful ceiling. I just hope that Will won't mind if I'm the one to become his knight. He smiled a bit to himself. First knight ever to protect the Marquis.
I've been working on this chapter for around two weeks, pondering where to end it. I finally like it, but the result is a looooooooooooooooong chapter OTL
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