He was abruptly alone again.
X had been growing steadily more distracted; more erratic, in a strange not-connected-to-the-world way that disturbed Serin more than anything else he could recall dealing with.Not that that says much ...
And now this --
It had been jarring enough to watch X avoiding the world, let alone himself, pacing back and forth along the balcony. Serin had half-expected him to jump, although he had no idea why. It had been just as jarring to watch X's sudden icy, jolting anger at some unseen provokation.
And just as Serin had been about to dare to step out to see what was wrong, X just -- disappeared. Teleported, and Serin couldn't trace him.
Searching through the condo turned up nothing, and no contact information Serin could access helped. After too much time prowling and waiting and trying to contact X, he gathered up the little flit and headed for the Ruins.
Failing there as well -- and encountering a terrifying apparition down in the deeps that was all-too-interested in him -- Serin fled back to the empty condo and went to ground, curling up on the bed and completely lost as to what to do next ...