His thoughts were a bit more collected. Yet with his thoughts now collected, his worries did as well. He just remembered of his father... How was he faring against the disease? Was he at least treating Sin's crew right??? All this worry had accumulated back into him. He would slip the daggers that Yggdrasil gave to him, into strap like holders that kept the blades at his side securely, which he could use those daggers to his very bidding, being his power. His eyes would look around, then would sigh. He should ask Sin if he could borrow most of the swords she had. Maybe some bullets as well. He'd walk onto the central center of the deck, his right hand on the mast as he would sit down, then close his eyes, hand sliding down the mast as his other hand lay on his knee. Mediation is becoming a new hobby for him now, at least for the calming aspect of doing the act. His gigantic Gilgamesh sword lay on the deck, releasing itself from his back to lay silently beside him.<br/><br/>Twas a silent day, for him. To say the least, but his mind and thoughts remain busier then ever. At least he can worry about where he put that muffin he left awhile ago...