There was so much, yet so little time left in the day. Yet, Lukas didn't know how to spend it.
He was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling in his room, unsure of what to do. He had been there so long that he had begun to space out, unsure as to how much time was passing in each individual moment.
He was thinking about what Karve told him, or rather what he didn't.
He wanted to know what Karve's theories of the soul, ghasts, ghouls, Frequencies, and anything else included. The idea that all of these mostly disconnected things all being tied together in some intricate web of information was fascinating to Lukas, even if there was no confirmation of that being the case.
Alas, Karve chose not to tell Lukas, not now anyway.
