The nightfall came so fast that Ares couldn't even follow it. He got lost during the day. A lot of people talked with him. Now, even the trainees that didn't care about him much were a bit concerned. However, he couldn't hear their voice. He couldn't hear, see or feel anything.
Now, he was walking through the deck. The large river of Droumon was quite calm at that hour of the night. It was soothing to walk on the deck, even. The slight wavy movement of the ship calmed him down a little bit as if he was resting in a rocking chair.
Ares needed that time of silence, calmness, and... emptiness. The night was empty, devoid of light, devoid of wind, devoid of heat, devoid of everything. If he couldn't have, at least, this kind of thing once per day, he wouldn't be able to go through his days.
He was a bit sleepy, so he yawned, placing his hand on his mouth and feeling a searing pain next to his lower lip.