[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy was trying to get back into the swing of things. Of his normal life. But that was becoming increasingly difficult. Things didn't come as easy as they used to; everything felt off and uncanny. Like he was acting in a play. The Life of William staring Mr. Bibbit himself. He felt numb and cold, like death's icy fingers were grabbing hold on his life and unwilling to release.
So he was going to try. Try his damnedest. Back in the Ward, he had McMurphy to pull him from his hazes. He wasn't here now, so he had to learn to do it himself. Blinking orange optics, the demiboy stood on his scarred paws, stretching his back and grimacing as his broken rib ebbed with pain.