It is as Valerian said- the knowledge of my fathers existence in the Downside does not hit me as hard as I presumed it would. Not simply for a lack of caring or apathy, for I certainly would like to see my father at some point, but more to the fact that after all the events of the day, I have simply become numb to it all. Just about the only thing keeping me grounded at the moment is Valerian's hand clasped lightly over my arm, keeping my mind from crumbling away into a mess of anger and worries and despair.
Business with the Downside was never one to be taken lightly, I knew that from the minute I set foot in this place. And neither could my existence under the weight of the prophecy. But I would rather not stifle myself with worries so early on in the process, that can all come later. I have enough on my plate as it is.
