Genji looked at the plate in front of him, the one he hadn't touched yet, while the priest had cleaned his own plate. "I will. Later.", he told him. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't want to eat in front of him. Maybe because the constant pushing back he had to do lowered his appetite. Maybe he simply didn't want to concentrate on more than one thing at once. "I'm fine really. I wouldn't be alive if not for the fact that I can provide for myself..." That didn't mean it was a good life, but he was alive. He ate, drank and slept and he kept himself from giving in as best as he could. He failed so many times he couldn't count it anymore, neither was he able to count the years he lived, nor did he remember much at any given time, as if his brain couldn't keep up with a long life like his. Humans weren't made for this and before the curse he was just a normal person, albeit a murderous one.
"In contrary... corruption doesn't harm or befall my body. I've not used much magic in my life, but given that I already live for a long time... there is no visible effect.", he told the priest and sighed a little bit. "I don't suppose you could tell me how old I am, with the information I gave you?" Did it matter? Not really, he shook his head to signal the priest that he didn't need to know. He was once more too late to notice the priest come closer. He wasn't used to people not running away from him. He had the urge to puch him away while also the urge to kill this man, but he did neither. He didn't want to hurt the priest. The eyepatch was off fast and Genji stared into an eye that looked like it didn't belong in that face. It somehow looked familiar though. Genji grunted when Mikuni-no-Homare took his hand as well, he almost started shaking. "M-my hair...?", he asked. Was it longer at some point? Maybe it had been, Genji couldn't remember. His hand was forced forward, was forced on the young mans cheek and he stared at him almost in disbelieve. Once he heard that voice in his mind, his head started to hurt immediately. He thought he knew that voice, but something pushed against that memory. The twitching and turning grew stronger, as if the thing inside him rebelled against all of this. Was it scared? Unhappy at least as it started to rampage. Genji pulled his hand away quickly and he stumbled to his feet to back away two steps. A grunt left his throat and his right hand cramped up.
"In contrary... corruption doesn't harm or befall my body. I've not used much magic in my life, but given that I already live for a long time... there is no visible effect.", he told the priest and sighed a little bit. "I don't suppose you could tell me how old I am, with the information I gave you?" Did it matter? Not really, he shook his head to signal the priest that he didn't need to know. He was once more too late to notice the priest come closer. He wasn't used to people not running away from him. He had the urge to puch him away while also the urge to kill this man, but he did neither. He didn't want to hurt the priest. The eyepatch was off fast and Genji stared into an eye that looked like it didn't belong in that face. It somehow looked familiar though. Genji grunted when Mikuni-no-Homare took his hand as well, he almost started shaking. "M-my hair...?", he asked. Was it longer at some point? Maybe it had been, Genji couldn't remember. His hand was forced forward, was forced on the young mans cheek and he stared at him almost in disbelieve. Once he heard that voice in his mind, his head started to hurt immediately. He thought he knew that voice, but something pushed against that memory. The twitching and turning grew stronger, as if the thing inside him rebelled against all of this. Was it scared? Unhappy at least as it started to rampage. Genji pulled his hand away quickly and he stumbled to his feet to back away two steps. A grunt left his throat and his right hand cramped up.