[They do need to have words, but Kazuma isn't in any hurry to have them. the morning would come, but it'll take some time before Kazuma sees he has a message. He feels hazy and warm this morning, chalk it up to still feeling worn out from exerting himself the day before.
It be another half hour when he sits down to check the journal, only to frown deeply at the message, recognizing the handwriting. "What do you want?" was his immediate response to it, even when he suspects his anger has likely been misplaced. But he doesn't have all the information, just what the others have told him of the future, and a confession letter. So that anger beneath the surface still lingers. His father is still gone, no matter what the story is.
He sets down the journal, taking a deep breath before picking up his quill.]
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It be another half hour when he sits down to check the journal, only to frown deeply at the message, recognizing the handwriting. "What do you want?" was his immediate response to it, even when he suspects his anger has likely been misplaced. But he doesn't have all the information, just what the others have told him of the future, and a confession letter. So that anger beneath the surface still lingers. His father is still gone, no matter what the story is.
He sets down the journal, taking a deep breath before picking up his quill.]
How are your injuries? [Hi.]