week 3 ( post-execution )

[Well, that execution was something. Girge doesn't know if he feels anything in particular over it—neither horror nor grief. Death is such an ugly thing; he's always known that.

In the end, it's just another day.

And thus, he continues with his usual schedule (?), which is to say that he's chilling in the gardens. He's not playing possum this time at least, instead walking amidst the plants, occasionally pausing to run a gloved hand along the (non-poisonous) flowers.]