[ If he thought it would be worth the disciplinary action (and the enmity from the Archivist's allies) that he would almost certainly receive, he would make the man thoroughly regret what they'd done. However, he's no Lahabrea or Nabriales. His sort of retribution is a cold, calculated affair and it happens in the dark where no-one watches. He's content to fling harsh words and taunts for now and wait for the right moment to strike. ]

I've tried sleeping beneath the white trees. They have a rather calming presence and there seems to be magic in them. [ A shrug. He hunches over, bringing up his knees and hugging the plush toy to his chest. ] It did little to help.

[ In the dim light, the shadows beneath his eyes seem even darker than ever. How many hours has it been since he last slept, again? He forces his eyes to remain open despite the temptation to keel over on the cushions. ]