[It's highly likely that Elliot has heard, by now. The workshop is right next to the lab, which is right next to the clinic, and Sesa was screaming bloody murder outside before he actually got Mizuki in. And whether or not the Liberi came by himself to visit, he will not have gotten much of a response out of Sesa immediately either way. Sesa...stayed with Mizuki as long as he was able. He stayed knelt by his side, weeping over his body and holding his hand, until he was eventually probably shooed out by someone. Told to go home, go rest. Mizuki is gone, and no amount of crying over him is going to bring him back.
By the time he leaves, he feels completely worn out. Like someone has taken a spoon and hollowed him out from the inside, leaving him feeling exhausted, dehydrated, and so very, very sad. The anger has yet to fill the void, as he drags himself back home, his tail sweeping the floor because he lacks the energy to even hold it up.
He comes in, and no doubt finds Elliot there, somewhere. Be it standing there waiting for him, or sitting at his desk, or by the bed, anywhere really.
For some reason, just walking in to where he is is enough to reopen the floodgates, leaving Sesa standing there in the center of the room bawling all over again, bringing his hands up to his face like a child as if he might be able to stop the tears before they become too much of an inconvenience.]
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By the time he leaves, he feels completely worn out. Like someone has taken a spoon and hollowed him out from the inside, leaving him feeling exhausted, dehydrated, and so very, very sad. The anger has yet to fill the void, as he drags himself back home, his tail sweeping the floor because he lacks the energy to even hold it up.
He comes in, and no doubt finds Elliot there, somewhere. Be it standing there waiting for him, or sitting at his desk, or by the bed, anywhere really.
For some reason, just walking in to where he is is enough to reopen the floodgates, leaving Sesa standing there in the center of the room bawling all over again, bringing his hands up to his face like a child as if he might be able to stop the tears before they become too much of an inconvenience.]