Ples brought his eyebrows down a bit as he listened. Of course. Everyone welcomes Avery back, fully forgiven, and then he bails on them. Ples sighed; he wasn’t too sure what to say.
Well…he’s obviously still in the city. And probably still in relative health. The paper is clean, the clocks arrived clean aside from wear and tear from age and the elements. N-no blood. He stopped by yesterday to drop off the pocket watch; so there are only a few hours between his last “appearance” and where he is now. He is not near my property; I would notice.
Ples shook his head. He put his ear nearer to the mini grandfather clock to listen to them.
They do not remember much…but they remember being in the metropolitan area of the city. Hans was bought from a pawn shop but then returned when the buyer couldn’t repair him. He was thrown out shortly after. Mister Rook took him from the store’s dumpster out back. Thank you, Hans.
He repeated the motion with the small pocket watch, Baz, who was a bit harder to understand but he gave a similar story.
He says that Mister Rook took him from a counter inside a store; he originally belonged to someone else. He is not sure where, however. A watch only sees the world once he is let out from the confines of a vest or waistcoat. *shrug*
Mister Rook is not far. He has not left the city. But I think he felt safe contacting me because he knew I would not try to find him.
“No telling how far away he’ll get between now and nightfall, though.” Cassie listened, transfixed if not somewhat perplexed. The fact that Avery was still in the city was a comfort; hopefully he’d still find reason to stay. She sat down, hands running frustratedly through her hair. “Why doesn’t he want us to find him?” she wondered aloud.
Ples tried to remember his last conversation with Rook.
He didn’t say anything to you? When I last spoke to Rook, n-not Mister Rook, but Rook, he said…
What did he say? Ples found him difficult to understand as just a basic rule.
*shakes head* S-something to the degree that Mister Rook could not accept what he had done. Could not accept forgiveness; even though you have all given it freely. He does not seem to believe that it, f-forgiveness, is something that comes without strings.
I think he is punishing himself. Childish, really.
“Yeah, Rook said some things.” Cassie balled her fists. “That idiot doesn’t know what he’s doing. He has to come back.”
Ples got up from his perch on the couch.
Well, I am of no more use here. I’ll just…keep the clocks for now. Thank you for your time, Miss Casimira. I am sorry to have taken up your time.