Alexander and his army of vesta didn't take long to return home.
He felt a little tired, meeting that annoying old man, facing his own human and ghoul sides, realising that he needed to face his vesta more earnestly while only a few hours seemed to have passed.
'Why does this sword suddenly feel heavier....' Alex thought, not speaking about the actual weight, but knowing the feelings of Sarah were so intense, so relentless that she carved those markings into the sword; if he had never met old man McAlister Alex might have never known and been rather rude to her.
'Somehow, I'm really tired...'
Still not realising that he had spent more than a day inside with Stella, the strange feeling was akin to jet lag, causing his mind to be a little fuzzy and dazed.
