A curious child she was indeed. Ricky nearly went into a puzzled expression but caught himself in the act, quickly hiding it with a forced smile to keep a friendly appearance. "I was watchin the waves in the sea, I find them quite relaxin every so often." He managed to speak with a simple tone, one that would serve a purpose of responding in social times. To those that would observe they would notice that the tone was a sort of "I'm present but not totally here" type, while the overly studious could indeed decipher it. Telling them that he was literally with sorrow, that he was not just sad but at a loss. It wasn't clear in his voice as some would think, but then again his actual voice has been lost for a while. His whole being has been missing really, and his body was just the empty shell left upon the world. Such was how he felt anyway, the process of grief was long and ardeous for the man. Already he was on the verge of a revelation, this one being the unfavorable... "As for what Valo said we can head to the grotto, they serve fish there so we can all enjoy a nice hot meal in a warm environment." He suggested as he looked to the other two, keeping his mind focused on them as a distraction. It would do some good to get his head out of the ocean, its deep depths drowning out his thoughts and making him weary. This was the beginning of his process though, the very nature in which he would question himself and come to realize the truth. All that would matter, by the end of the day, was that he would either open his eyes and face reality....or remain locked in this fantasy of denial for the rest of his days. |