Adrien woke up the next day with an unexpected feeling of clarity about it all - as if he could see himself from afar, as if he had no stakes in his own matters anymore. At the bottom of his chaos, he no longer felt distress - no longer anything at all. Sitting on the side of his bed, his eyes landed on the tiled floor - although he had cleaned it the previous evening, he could still see faint traces of where the summoning circle had been. The needle that he had failed to use was still on his desk. He lowered his head, his hands against his thighs. He exhaled. All of this, he needed it to end - and, this time, he would not falter. In the last few months, all he had been doing was wanting - wanting to become better, wanting to understand, wanting to love, wanting to let go. He needed to take control. His failures had gone too far. At this point, all he felt was tired - tired of living on the edge of his breaking point, tired of being this way.