[He remembered pain...and the tear-streaked face of a crying girl as she mourned over his dying. And now...now he was here. The City had "welcomed him" in its fashion, and told him of all that new arrivals were expected to hear. Obviously he had not taken to their words.
He put his hand on his head, feeling feverish. Nephrite was sweaty and pale, looking quite ill. He'd ignored the warnings before, but what was he to do? Permit physical contact with others seemed clearly like an unfortunate if not desperate option. He had his pride to consider.
He laid his back against a tree near the river, using the shade to his advantage and resting. For now he would have to stay put.]
Nephrite | Sailor Moon | 4, 5 (Second stage)
He put his hand on his head, feeling feverish. Nephrite was sweaty and pale, looking quite ill. He'd ignored the warnings before, but what was he to do? Permit physical contact with others seemed clearly like an unfortunate if not desperate option. He had his pride to consider.
He laid his back against a tree near the river, using the shade to his advantage and resting. For now he would have to stay put.]