9.06.1 The Wrath of Madness.
It was a surprise to meet my precious children at sea. However this meeting also meant that the world or fate still hadn't given up on me, it wanted me to struggle, and it wanted me to show new plays that I never had a chance to conduct.
Which I was thankful for. It's not every day that you feel blessed, and although this did bring me immense joy to finally see some faces I haven't in a while, there was still some confusion in my mind concerning certain figures that might be zeroing in on me.
Troublesome, truly troublesome. However, I still need to deal with the matter at hand. "Master, it's really you?" Owl asked, his guard up while looking toward the puppet I lived in, and before I could say a word of proof, the little one rushed past everyone and caught me in her arms. "Mini, this is not the time," I spoke, trying to calm her down, but she in her silence shook her hand and hugged me tightly.