[It's barely been a day since Oz went missing. And in that almost-day, Gilbert has gone through the motions that everyone must when a person in the port goes missing. Checked the hospitals, the morgue, the newsfeed. Called the NV so many times that his fingers continue the remembered patters of numbers while his hands lay limp at his sides.
But his master is gone. The one thing that he lives for, the one person that he cherishes more than his own existence. There's nearly no reason to wake in the morning, no reason to open his eyes and view the world without the light of his young master to fill his vision with.
Despite that, he still goes to work. It pains him to think things like 'this is my duty now' or 'it's okay to go on without him in a place where his time will be standing still', but he does it. His gaze is completely listless as he kneels and fills a tray of double-chocolate chip cookies, hands trembling.]
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Date: 2011-11-06 04:34 am (UTC)But his master is gone. The one thing that he lives for, the one person that he cherishes more than his own existence. There's nearly no reason to wake in the morning, no reason to open his eyes and view the world without the light of his young master to fill his vision with.
Despite that, he still goes to work. It pains him to think things like 'this is my duty now' or 'it's okay to go on without him in a place where his time will be standing still', but he does it. His gaze is completely listless as he kneels and fills a tray of double-chocolate chip cookies, hands trembling.]