Seeing the familiar dorm room he had in the Union, upon waking up, Rise remained silent. He did not have an excessive reaction; he calmly sat up and looked at the window.
The silence stretched for a few minutes before a deep sigh sounded.
"So, I'm not going crazy, huh?" Rise brushed his face and his hair before deciding to get up and go to the bathroom.
Maybe it had yet to sink in, or Rise truly was taking all this better than he had thought. Of course, getting frustrated was there. Rise just could not ponder about it yet, with only waking up.
When he first returned here after his death, Rise immediately went out and confirmed his state. This time, he was far too calm. Somehow, this state also made him unfamiliar, but what could he do?
This was already a situation he could not reverse, and the decision he personally made. It gave the impression of a calm before the storm, or perhaps it was indeed the case.
