Problems seemed to present themselves one after the other and, truth be told, it was simply tiring. To be under constant surveillance was one thing. But, to watch everyone else be battered and beaten in futile attempts to make spirited cartellians submissive... well, he would be lying if he said that it was not beginning to grate on him. Not for the typical reason of empathy, no, that was not the sensation that welled up within his chest. Instead, it was more of a feeling of exhaustion that was wearing him down, so many brutal attacks quickly getting old in his mind. Perhaps if exilers and cartellians alike decided to switch things up a little bit, he would not be so irritable. Things did not seem subject to drastic change any time soon, however.
Avilius was over it all, just wanted the pests to be dead and gone. Any and all of the initial cruel excitement that had seared through his veins had now been reduced to a dull ache rattling his bones, anticipation replaced with ire. He had not had a decent night's sleep in weeks and could not remember the last time that he had been able to tend to any of the plants without some shit-for-brains exiler breathing down his neck, these seemingly small things gradually building up bit by bit until he could not take it anymore. Burying that young girl had been the final straw for him. No more would he tolerate any kind of nonsense should he come across it for the sake of the undeserving bystanders that may be hurt due to the actions of others, it was far from fair.
Soundlessly, the canine slips out of side doors as he tries to keep darkening thoughts at bay, remaining casually inconspicuous in case an exiler happened to stumble across him and quiz him on what he was doing. Since the... death of Leviathan, he was sure the already extremely tight control that the filthy intruders had over them would intensify greatly and as much as Avilius wanted to keep out of things, he knew that his own innocence was no longer viable defence. If things started to kick off again, he wanted to be as far away as he reasonably could for now, deciding that a scheduled stroll was in order so that he was not under any exiler's paws, not wanting to give anyone an excuse to start on him.
/ RUE INFERNO ;0