( matt doesn't go to the execution. he doesn't need to see that and doesn't want to see it either. it happens and he puts it out of mind.

but, he does decide to go out to the festivities that occur afterward. it's the first time he's really been to libertas since the bombing and it feels like it's recovered well.

he walks around for a little while, cane sweeping back and forth across the walk, occasionally hitting up against people that get too close. when he hears the sounds of chatter within, smells the hops and grains, he decides to step in for a drink.

it's busy and some people stop when he comes in but he merely nods and finds a spot to sit that's a little out of the way. the drink that's put in front of him is huge and he raises an eyebrow at the waitress. she says nothing and walks away, leaving him with his huge drink. )

Someone in here trying to get me drunk?

( he doesn't expect an answer though and reaches for the mug, sipping it slowly. )

( matt's not really in the market for anything but it feels like he's been enclosed and surrounded by walls for so long that being outside feels...like a treat. the sun beats down on his face and his hands are still bandaged thought less heavily than previously.

he takes the walk slow, cane in front of him, while he listens to the conversations the reach his ears. everyone seems to be in a pretty good mood, recovering and healing from what happened.

from near his shoulder, a shop vendor calls out to him, asking him if he wants to buy some handmade clothes. )

I think I'm goo —

( but the shopkeeper is very persuasive and that's how matt comes away with a sweater and a pair of pants that feel like they're made of straw. )

( when they pull his name and guide him to his seat, matt thanks them and then settles in, folding his cane up. he waits a few moments and then turns to the person beside him to say: )

Kind of weird how they did this, huh? Feel like I'm in school again.

( good enough as an icebreaker, isn't it? he smiles at the people nearby and stays in his seat for a little while.

eventually, he does get up, wanting to stretch his legs and move his hands a bit. they're getting sore, tight and he knows he needs to be careful there while they heal.

so, he takes a few steps away from the biggest of the group and flexes and curls his fingers, working the myscles out before he sighs and heads to get a drink because of the pain that he's just worked up in himself. )

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