The young priest didn't stop talking nonsense, even when his superior had arrived already and could watch him cling to the cursed murderer. Genji furrowed his brows, but didn't answer anything, he just shook his head and pulled out of Mikunis grip. What was it that the priest or the goddess wanted of him? All he brought was death and destruction. He didn't want to hurt them and even though his mind was clear now, he didn't want anything like what happened before happening again. He looked up at the Father once he started to speak, but his words were unbelievable. "You... did?" So fast? After all these years curing him took a man only a few hours? He wanted to believe it and maybe now that the curse slept and couldn't interrupt Genji was the perfect time. "A new host... is that a possibility?", he asked. It was a curse, not a ghost, wasn't it? "I don't want to put anyone in danger. If it could travel it rather be me shouldering it..." If it travelled? Would the amassed souls be free? Would it start a new? If yes, even if he got it again, he could handle it or simply... die.
The vessel grabbed Genjis sleeve and he didn't know why. He simply pulled his hand off and stepped so far away, that he couldn't possibly grab him again. He wondered what day they spoke off though, but it was none of Genjis business. Something told him to still be weary, but he brushed it off, telling himself that was the curse trying to survive, or himself because he still felt like he deserved some punishment. Genji looked at the Father and shook his head. "No Father. Thank you. I will get out of your way then...", he mumbled, lowered his head and then left, leaving Mikuni by himself. He had company now, so what was the harm? Father Seimei and his brothers would care about him and Genji quickly went back to his room. He hoped the curse wouldn't awake before the mass. He closed his door and while he was thinking that he should probably eat his breakfast, his body decided differently. He quickly opened the window, just in time to empty his stomach, which hadn't had much in it in the first place. All of this had been a tad bit too much for him. he left the window and let himself down on the floor. He was tired and his head hurt, but even without the curse keeping him awake, he didn't feel like he was able to sleep one bit.
The vessel grabbed Genjis sleeve and he didn't know why. He simply pulled his hand off and stepped so far away, that he couldn't possibly grab him again. He wondered what day they spoke off though, but it was none of Genjis business. Something told him to still be weary, but he brushed it off, telling himself that was the curse trying to survive, or himself because he still felt like he deserved some punishment. Genji looked at the Father and shook his head. "No Father. Thank you. I will get out of your way then...", he mumbled, lowered his head and then left, leaving Mikuni by himself. He had company now, so what was the harm? Father Seimei and his brothers would care about him and Genji quickly went back to his room. He hoped the curse wouldn't awake before the mass. He closed his door and while he was thinking that he should probably eat his breakfast, his body decided differently. He quickly opened the window, just in time to empty his stomach, which hadn't had much in it in the first place. All of this had been a tad bit too much for him. he left the window and let himself down on the floor. He was tired and his head hurt, but even without the curse keeping him awake, he didn't feel like he was able to sleep one bit.