dudeimmikayla

It's the middle of the night in Gallia, and most of the mercenaries are asleep here in Gebal Castle. I've been watching over Ike for a while now; his expression has been suggesting that there's something bothering him. He's been lying in bed for hours staring out the window. Often the muscles in his jaw would visibly twitch as he forced his jaw together in thought, his eyes squinting as if he was trying to see something that wasn't there. It's a shame that he doesn't talk to himself like Mist does, because then I would know what's making him lose sleep like this. The soft sound of footsteps on the stones of the bailey floated in from the win