[The gentle push helps immensely as William seems to find his pacing again, back to taking the steps one at a time as he holds on to the banister. Personal pity party? Was this what it was? William isn't too sure if it's anything as silly sounding, and if he could read thoughts he would point out it isn't just that Claire doesn't love him. William knew that in Vega. It was more that people in Wonderland got their families and friends brought in, even the Chosen One now had his father and lover. They could all hang out and be happy in between events.
Back home William could do his principate work and not worry about the fact his father could barely stand him for long period's of time without them starting to grate on each other's nerves. Back home William could distract himself from the fact Claire didn't love him, and he could go sort out the rest of the acolytes.
For all his attempts, Wonderland has yet to yield a flock William can tend to, and now he has too much time to think things through. Even in his fuzzed-up logic state, William knows the topic should be changed, pronto.]
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Back home William could do his principate work and not worry about the fact his father could barely stand him for long period's of time without them starting to grate on each other's nerves. Back home William could distract himself from the fact Claire didn't love him, and he could go sort out the rest of the acolytes.
For all his attempts, Wonderland has yet to yield a flock William can tend to, and now he has too much time to think things through. Even in his fuzzed-up logic state, William knows the topic should be changed, pronto.]
What was God like?