Pained soul

By the time I returned to the camp, there were a few hours left before the dawn at the very most. 

The life within the forest was regulated by the day and night circle. 

For me, this was proof that this world had yet to reach the level when they would conquer the nights. It was a massive difference when compared to the ever-living world created back on earth. 

One thing became apparent as I neared the tent. 

Lucius was awake. 

The lights within his compartment were still lit, indicating that he was either doing something, waiting for me, or just sleeping with his lights on. 

'Was he... worried?' I attempted to mold the situation in a way that would put my Overseer in a slightly better light. 

Sure, we had some misunderstandings and problems. But wasn't it a normal thing to try to mend things over?

'After all, it's not like he is colluding with those scummy fuckers,' I thought, shrugging my shoulders.