[Apart from the walks, Yuan spends most of his time with his people. Where else is there to go, save some corner of the tent for some isolation and quiet? He does not get genuine quiet terribly often.]
[Especially not with the bombardment. He will note that he sees Kratos less often like this, as well. Which is only right and proper -- a commander has things to see to -- but all the same Yuan finds himself a little bit at a loss.]
[When the alarm goes up he is sitting, meditating after a fashion, and finds himself on his feet in an instant. As are many of the others in the tent; that sort of sound has never heralded anything good, whether Sylvaranti or Tethe'allan.]
[...but there's nothing to be done about it. Is there? There's a guard, but escaping hasn't really occurred to Yuan, not with the revealing of whose regiment and exactly how slow they were being. All the same, he isn't about to pick up arms and defend the Tethe'allan camp like it were his own. First off, he doesn't even have a weapon.]
[Not, to be fair, that that would entirely stop him.]
[There is some rustling among his troops. Yuan wonders what those in the other tents are doing; but those who seem most discontent, here, are mostly being pacified by those around them. It's possible if they rose up as a group they could overcome the guard and make a break, but...]
[There are too many options. Yuan rises, and paces, and for once in his life doesn't have a definable goal, some discernible point he can drive toward, and that's almost more disconcerting. He would have expected something like this to crystallize his intent. It hasn't.]
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[Especially not with the bombardment. He will note that he sees Kratos less often like this, as well. Which is only right and proper -- a commander has things to see to -- but all the same Yuan finds himself a little bit at a loss.]
[When the alarm goes up he is sitting, meditating after a fashion, and finds himself on his feet in an instant. As are many of the others in the tent; that sort of sound has never heralded anything good, whether Sylvaranti or Tethe'allan.]
[...but there's nothing to be done about it. Is there? There's a guard, but escaping hasn't really occurred to Yuan, not with the revealing of whose regiment and exactly how slow they were being. All the same, he isn't about to pick up arms and defend the Tethe'allan camp like it were his own. First off, he doesn't even have a weapon.]
[Not, to be fair, that that would entirely stop him.]
[There is some rustling among his troops. Yuan wonders what those in the other tents are doing; but those who seem most discontent, here, are mostly being pacified by those around them. It's possible if they rose up as a group they could overcome the guard and make a break, but...]
[There are too many options. Yuan rises, and paces, and for once in his life doesn't have a definable goal, some discernible point he can drive toward, and that's almost more disconcerting. He would have expected something like this to crystallize his intent. It hasn't.]