The walk back to the rooming house was the most contemplative walk Bruce had taken since arriving in the Soul Realm.
Three E-rank hunters in four days. Word would move. The eyes would come. He had a talent that could write reality and a small spatial ring and a quiet young man with a scythe whose talent might be a reaper of fundamental things and a demon with horns who was discovering the deeper theory of fire and an S-rank cook two hundred years in the city who had quietly chosen to teach them what decline meant.
He was very far from where he had started.
He was very far from where he was going.
He sent the thought along the thread.
I am all right. I am E-rank. I have friends who are also E-rank. I am being watched and I am being careful. I am all right. I miss you. I am building toward you.
