Lucian closed the door to his dorm and leaned against it for a moment, eyes shut.
Exhausted didn't even begin to cover it.
The chapel session with Aria had been... Surprisingly good. But now, alone in the quiet of his room, the weight of everything else came crashing back.
He pushed off the door and walked to his bed, sitting heavily on the edge. Not lying down yet—he couldn't afford to pass out just yet.
He massaged the back of his neck, digging his fingers into the stiff, aching muscle.
Fuck... this shitty curse.
His entire body physically hurt just from standing there.
I need to deal with this before it drains whatever lifespan I have left. If just surviving today's bullshit leaves me this physically exhausted, I'm totally screwed when the next Fate correction hits.
The translucent screen flashed directly into his line of sight.
He mentally opened the Fate Point Shop and entered a specific search query: "Curse Removal."
