Chapter 45: Between Rest and Requiem
Have you ever felt tired?
So tired... to the point you couldn't sleep?
Mikel had experienced that kind of exhaustion more times than he could count, especially last night.
Lying on his side, he stared blankly at the wall of his cubicle in the cafe. His eyes weren't the only thing that was blank, but his mind as well. The remnants of the river ghost's memories lingered at the back of his thoughts, adding an extra chore of making sure these memories wouldn't merge with his or Lawrence Gatsby's.
"Tch." He shut his eyes. "Damn it."
[Statistics show that the number of people paying for gym subscriptions has increased by 8%. You are handling the weight really well for free, Master.]
Mikel saw Doom's screen light up in front of him, but he didn't want to read whatever snark it had in store. After all, part of him wanted to weep for his children—except he had no children. He was a kid himself!
But the other part of him...
Mikel opened his eyes before he could stop himself or justify his actions. As expected, his face twitched at the cold message glowing before him.
"Damn it," he hissed more irritably, tossing himself to the other side. "Stop bothering me, Doom. My heart... is still grieving. I'll move on once I sleep it off."
Again, the screen reappeared where he rolled.