Neuvillette looks down at his table, many papers lie scattered on the table, a few piles of different files around.
He sighs, bringing a hand to his head to rub on his forehead.
He can’t take a break, there’s still much to do and it’s still not time to rest.
But he finds himself wishing it was time to leave for the first time in a while.
So much has happened in so little, he can still hear the words screamed at him during the trial clearly in his head.
It bears on him, and he knows the clouds must be as heavy as his soul.

‘‘Hah… perhaps I should drink some water.’’

He thinks, moving to reach the cabinet he keeps his silver goblets and imported water bottles.
He must be strong, and so he tries his best to keep his emotions from spilling forth.
It’s then he hears the door knock.

‘‘Yes, do come in.’’

He answers, expectant as he puts his hands together on the table.
He hadn’t expected you to come visit at this time.