Subconscious

While the two ignored Ace and his crazy wings, Ace replayed those words in his head, trying to think of a way to 'still' his mind. Not that he even realised that his mind was not still in the first place. 

Should I … should I become something like a monk? Otherwise, how do I know that something is wrong with my mind? And that it isn't like 'still waters'. Fancy talk. 

"Big brother Ina." Ace shouted to the boy who immediately turned to him with a smile on his face. 

"Yes?" He asked, not caring about the damage Ace is doing just standing there, breathing. 

"How do I calm my mind?" Ace asked, pointing to the wings going crazy around him, slamming themselves onto the wall behind him, about to make another hole. 

"Aren't you calm?" Ina asked, catching the debris thrown to him by the wings. "You look plenty calm to me."