Genji followed the priest down the stairway. The candles color changed again and he wondered, if he did everything right in there. Maybe it was time for him to trust and be completely honest, but he was ashamed. Ashamed of what he did and scared others would judge him just as much and drive him away from here, without helping him. If that was going to happen, maybe full honesty was in order and he'd tell them there would be more people dying if not for the priests help. Sluggishly Genji turned his head towards the young one, then shook it with a short sigh. "He is right to react like that, to a murderer like I am one. I am not here to be forgiven, I am here to seek help, so others are saved from what this curse wants me to do.", he told the priest truthfully, following him into a small room, right next to the stairs. The room was dark, Genji almost felt more at home here, and the air was cool. There was a fountain in the middle and Genji was amazed by how the priests managed to make water float up a hill and in this room. Magic, maybe? "You don't need to apologize."
Genji looked at the flowing water at his feet, but he followed to priest soon after, just as he asked him to. He opened a window, let in some light and warm air. Inside the mountain the air was cool and wet, outside the air was dry. Genji didn't mind either, though he had to admit he preferred it in here more than out there, where the sun shone down upon them mercilessly. Only when he was allowed to approach the fountain, to drink the water flowing from it, he did. Was he always the obedient kind? Kind of yes, but also no. For now he didn't want to cause trouble to anyone, so he abided by the rules the priests set in their midst. Genji didn't take off his gloves, they could use a wash anyway and thus he let them down into the water, to wash the juice from them. Only then he cupped his hands to procure some water he could drink. Genji drank more than one gulp, after all he hadn't had water in days. Still he wasn't quick or rash about it, he took his time and his movements were similar to those of a cat, only that he didn't mind water. After he was done drinking, he washed his face a bit. Sweat and sand had accumulated on it and now he washed it off, in hopes he looked a bit more presentable and not like what he actually was - a murderer, maybe even a monster. Only then did he look up at the fruit offered to him. He wasn't sure if the priest didn't want it for himself, but decided he wouldn't have offered it in that case. He carefully took it from his hand and ate it probably much more gracefully than before. "I don't have preferences."
Genji looked at the flowing water at his feet, but he followed to priest soon after, just as he asked him to. He opened a window, let in some light and warm air. Inside the mountain the air was cool and wet, outside the air was dry. Genji didn't mind either, though he had to admit he preferred it in here more than out there, where the sun shone down upon them mercilessly. Only when he was allowed to approach the fountain, to drink the water flowing from it, he did. Was he always the obedient kind? Kind of yes, but also no. For now he didn't want to cause trouble to anyone, so he abided by the rules the priests set in their midst. Genji didn't take off his gloves, they could use a wash anyway and thus he let them down into the water, to wash the juice from them. Only then he cupped his hands to procure some water he could drink. Genji drank more than one gulp, after all he hadn't had water in days. Still he wasn't quick or rash about it, he took his time and his movements were similar to those of a cat, only that he didn't mind water. After he was done drinking, he washed his face a bit. Sweat and sand had accumulated on it and now he washed it off, in hopes he looked a bit more presentable and not like what he actually was - a murderer, maybe even a monster. Only then did he look up at the fruit offered to him. He wasn't sure if the priest didn't want it for himself, but decided he wouldn't have offered it in that case. He carefully took it from his hand and ate it probably much more gracefully than before. "I don't have preferences."