Post by strider on Jun 30, 2022 14:57:20 GMT -5
Nico had no reliable way of calculating the time that passed. They hadn’t been stupid enough to give him a room with a window, after all, and although footsteps outside usually gave him a good idea of who was on duty, it was entirely possible he had slept through a shift change. It was also entirely possible that they didn’t make the shifts as equal as a real prison would have. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. He was grateful for the distraction the chalk and paper provided - he wasn’t good at art by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a way to pass the time. And it was a way to get his thoughts to leave his head so they wouldn’t drive him mad.
The knock on the door surprised him just a little. It felt like someone had been in much more recently, but it also felt… he wasn’t sure. He was half certain Kelsier would have decided to abandon this training plan after the last time. He had burned, sure, but it had been pathetic. It could easily have served as proof that Nico wasn’t meant to be an Allomancer. That training him was for nothing.
“Come in,” he managed, shoving the chalk and paper under the bed. He may have been grateful for the chance to pass the time, but that didn’t mean he was ready to show the art to anyone.
The knock on the door surprised him just a little. It felt like someone had been in much more recently, but it also felt… he wasn’t sure. He was half certain Kelsier would have decided to abandon this training plan after the last time. He had burned, sure, but it had been pathetic. It could easily have served as proof that Nico wasn’t meant to be an Allomancer. That training him was for nothing.
“Come in,” he managed, shoving the chalk and paper under the bed. He may have been grateful for the chance to pass the time, but that didn’t mean he was ready to show the art to anyone.
