Oh, right, his journal. He needs that. Strange almost instantly turns back around into the room, walks back to a stack of papers, and rummages through them until he finds the journal. He holds it up as if to verify to Crozier—see, it's there—before he pauses and looks over at the portrait of Sabriel.
Strange walks over and rests his head on the canvas, again hoping that somehow his thoughts can reach Sabriel even in this state. Don't worry. You're so strong, you're one of the strongest people on this damn ship. Just hold on a little longer. I'm coming.
With another nod at the portrait, he turns on his heels and starts to walk out of his room (again).
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Date: 2020-07-17 05:35 am (UTC)Strange walks over and rests his head on the canvas, again hoping that somehow his thoughts can reach Sabriel even in this state. Don't worry. You're so strong, you're one of the strongest people on this damn ship. Just hold on a little longer. I'm coming.
With another nod at the portrait, he turns on his heels and starts to walk out of his room (again).