Sol wonders just when things have become this complicated.
Ever since losing track of a certain white-haired friend's whereabouts, he just suddenly begins feeling unsettled and a bit on edge. He decided not to dwell on this baffling sensation too much, though, and he often treats it as his way of worrying about Lillian.
But then again, it can't be possible that there's no deeper reason for Sol to worry to this extent - reacting disheartened the instant he learned she had moved places, searching for her all around downtown in his own stealthy means, asking people, telling his fellow apprentices to inform him of any sighting of her at the bank, and yearning to lay eyes on her flamboyant features once more as she graces the entire place with her trademark effervescence.
Indeed, everything is complicated.
