It was that same dream, the one that always rattled him awake at random intervals as he was asleep. The one of a mother he had never met, that alone would rattle somebodies emotions much less the flash backs of his time as a general and the past he tried to leave behind. It always started out the same in a familiar endless wheat field that ended up transitioning into a blood bath, rattled with ammunition fire and corpses filled with the innocent souls that Rita Lynn had made Saka turn into super soldiers during his time in the Elite Guard. He shot upright flailing and gasping for air before he pressed his left hand to the side of his head, a mass of messy green locks cascading around his hand before his eye flickered to the pink haired figure next to him. Entering reality again his breathing slowed to normal, thankful he did not accidentally hit Jael when he sprung upwards in his rude awakening before laying back onto his pillow.
He laid there, with his hand still pressed to his head before rolling over enough to press into this new companion he had found. He closed his eyes with a sigh, coming to the realization that one day or another he would have to face the demons of his past and empty the skeletons from his closet. But for now he just wanted to lay there and stay warm, burden not these kind souls with his bloodstained history. His nose would press into Jael's neck gently though it did little to ward off the light beaming in through the window and stinging the tired orbs residing in the man's skull, nor did it assist in combating the light pounding in his skull as the alcohol still had a minor effect it seemed regardless of how sober he was the night before.
"Ugh, work." He groaned before sitting up, another reality had smacked him in the face. He really did not want to get fired on his second day though so with a groan and a rolling motion he would make his way out of the bed, leaning down to press his lips behind Jael's ear before sliding the covers up her body a little more he would throw on his dirty pants and boots before combing his hair in a half-assed manner. Grabbing his room's key and opening the door he would look back at the figure in his bed before shutting the door behind of him, and making his way down to and through the bar's archway to enter the room's interior. Taking a moment to step into the kitchen and grab his coat from the apron rack, he would slip it on as he stepped out into the bar area again. He had left his shirt and combat gloves left in his room on the floor to be precise, he took a few steps over to an empty table before looking around with a yawn. He was still half human regardless of how anti-social he was and he had to deal with foreign emotions, emotions it seemed everyone else could handle. After twelve-hundred-and-twelve long years he was numbed to a majority of the human ways, eventually he would kick back in his seat with the hood up on his jacket and torso scar half visible with the jacket opened around his bare upper body which was relaxing given the interior's temperature, it ended up causing him to finally doze off until somebody would be loud enough to stir him from a light slumber.
