[Well, he'd be correct about Ye Oldes loving the forest! Here is Mandricardo, who can be felt long before seen, because the mixture of sorrow and fury is so potent it could be like a fog.]
[He's just sitting against the trunk of a tree and his face looks....impressively numb. Like he's just screaming on the inside, but is struggling not to let it show.]
[He looks over at Sakyou. There's a sharp edge to the sorrow that comes through, but its accompanied by a hint of warmth. He's just so upset, though, that it all quickly gets buried.]
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[He's just sitting against the trunk of a tree and his face looks....impressively numb. Like he's just screaming on the inside, but is struggling not to let it show.]
[He looks over at Sakyou. There's a sharp edge to the sorrow that comes through, but its accompanied by a hint of warmth. He's just so upset, though, that it all quickly gets buried.]
...Sakyou.