Signless likes to take time for a walk when the city is sleeping, or as much asleep as a city could get. It's less busy now, quieter. He couldn't quite vogue for the freshness of the air in an underground cavern, but it's better than being cooped up all the time. He's venturing out more, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy after all thats happened.

It's so hard though. He's constantly plagued by visions in his sleep, of the pain he endured, of the pain he caused, of the future he failed to create and the promises he couldn't keep. The later of which being the most painful.

Since waking up in this place there's been this curing ball of rage and hate sitting heavy in his chest, burning hotter than he's ever known. Trying to keep it contained has started to turn it inward, making the once verbose and passionate troll into someone quiet and melancholy. Di wants so much for everything to be normal again, but he just can't see it. Not now.

A familiar flash of red and blue catches his attention and he turns his eyes upwards, watching the Helmsman dart about and it makes his heart clench in his chest. His friend, his beloved Psiionic, so close but set so endlessly far away. Signless misses him deeply, and with how his spirit has been broken it's a wonder that he hasn't just given up on the hope that his friend will remember himself.

But he still clings to it, not having completely given up on the belief that hope was a powerful thing in it's own right.