A few days had passed since Kazuki had been locked up in The Hole. His cell, if cell could be used to describe his accommodations had long dull to the eyes. He was paying for crimes he had no commit, and though resentment was there, he still fully understood Megami's decision and logical thinking. In fact, were they in reverse positions, he would have done the same, or the most similar action, whatever that could be. But alas he did not have much to do, other than count the time and carve the ground of his room as he paced in a circle. He had started a bet with guard at his door. He bet he could leave a mark in the ground before reaching the ten thousand step mark. He was halfway through and so far nothing was visible that could be counted as a dent on the floor. But considering they were just betting for sport and to kill the time, it did not worry him. When not playing holecraft, the Overlord either sat on the chair or laid on the bed. Boredom grew with each passing second, thus he became more agitated.
He began to think that Megami had forgotten his request, one that would help him become free and that would shed any doubts about his person. One that would help him cement Stone's and Leaf's cooperation for the future. If she was willing to forget him, then he was willing to carve his way out of this hole. Blood would be shed, many would die, but one way or another he would be free. Sap withdrawal was already taking effect and the longer he was without it, the worse the effects. He was becoming feeble, frail, a pathetic shell of his former mighty self. His mind would soon play tricks with him as his senses became unable to distinguish real from not real. Desperation would follow and then death. It was not a hot and happy prospect. All hope rested in one man's shoulder. Would Kamaru prevail and save him?
He began to think that Megami had forgotten his request, one that would help him become free and that would shed any doubts about his person. One that would help him cement Stone's and Leaf's cooperation for the future. If she was willing to forget him, then he was willing to carve his way out of this hole. Blood would be shed, many would die, but one way or another he would be free. Sap withdrawal was already taking effect and the longer he was without it, the worse the effects. He was becoming feeble, frail, a pathetic shell of his former mighty self. His mind would soon play tricks with him as his senses became unable to distinguish real from not real. Desperation would follow and then death. It was not a hot and happy prospect. All hope rested in one man's shoulder. Would Kamaru prevail and save him?