The Stone ghost is dead. And all he ever was was some punk ex student trying to prove a point. It didn't feel like I thought it would. I expected to feel relief, satisfaction even at seeing him fall...but nothing really changed. I think maybe I will be less prone to worry without this gnat at the edge of my attention, but for now its the same. Honestly for the entire time we were moving back to the school I was in a bit of a daze...felt almost lost without that resolution to do vengeance and protect my school. I suppose the latter goal is never really gone, just comparatively less urgent now.
Chizire was actually very helpful about it. That surprised me but I suppose it shouldn't have by now, underneath the jokey flippancy he is quite caring. I'll try to take his advice about finding my own purpose and not letting myself be defined by enemies. I suppose other people have always defined me in some ways...not a great thing to know about myself, but I suppose I'm better positioned now than ever before to change that.
He also put me to bed when I passed out, which was another sweet moment for him, thanks Cizhire, which he had to do because I got drunk with Ruin again, a bad idea with tomorrows meeting maybe but its been a stressful day, not feeling bad about it.
Thinking about it, Ruins company does seem to help get me out of my head, harder to overcomplicate everything when you've got someone making a solid case for brute forcing the problem. I suppose in my case the brute force answer would be to stop thinking so much and enjoy the win...so I did. and it was nice. Thanks Ruin.
She also seemed happy for me when I talked about wanting to kill the bastard for myself, like she understood the feeling. That makes sense I suppose, but it still felt nice to connect about that, since it was a fairly new feeling for me.
I hope we get time to have that fistfight tomorrow. I'm oddly excited about it.