To be perfectly honest: you’re never really happy to see Seventh, but it’s not [entirely] Seventh’s fault. By the time you see Seventh, you’re just exhausted; it’s the end of your longest stretch with no breaks and you feel it. Seventh feels it too.
You think if you just had ten minutes to sit and be silent and have no one ask you any questions, you and Seventh would be much better off. But you don’t, so it’s always a deep breath
or two or five and then time to go.
And boy does Seventh go. For example, Seventh goes to the bathroom every chance it gets. Seventh also goes on tangents
, every time your co takes the bait. Indeed, Seventh often goes to an extreme to not learn. You banter and joke and strike bargains, but Seventh just wears you out, no matter how much you tell yourself you’re going to be enthusiastic that day.
[Because it’s extremely tiring being enthusiastic for twenty-four souls at once.]