"Are you sure? You were a child once, right...? But maybe you will stop aging when you're fully grown.", Genji suggested. Cells might just start to regenerate, just like his stayed the same for... probably a long time now. At least he wouldn't be killed as long as he harbored Otoha in his body as it seemed. What happened to her? Genji couldn't even remember her face, let alone the journey they experienced together, or at least he thought they did. He couldn't remember her death either, or what happened after. He knew nothing, nothing about Otoha, nor about himself. Most of his life was shrouded in darkness, only the years he lived as a human were clear as could be. He remembered his masters face, he remembered his homes, if only he'd be able to remember all those he killed. Maybe he would have a clue how to stop this thing inside of him then, but he didn't pay them any mind. Killing wasn't something to be sorry or ashamed of for him, it had been his job and the people he killed were no humans, they had been targets, nothing more.
Genji looked at the priest apologetically. "I... sometimes time just flies past me...", he answered. Maybe for someone living as long as him a few minutes were but a drop in the ocean, yet he couldn't even say how old he truly was. Genji stood by the door and watched Mikuni get rid of the old, cold tea, only to eventually shove the kettle into his hands. "I'm not immortal either.", he reminded the priest and thought his answer to be a bit too simple. Maybe his body couldn't die, but that didn't mean that he didn't feel pain, but talking about that didn't help. Genji quickly dropped his gaze, nodded and went to fill the kettle with water. Before long he put it back to the fire so it warmed up the water for some tea. Kneeling there only made him realize how tired he was and he rubbed his eyes. If Mikuni wanted company, so be it, but eventually he'd go back to cleaning the halls to the best of his abilities.
Genji looked at the priest apologetically. "I... sometimes time just flies past me...", he answered. Maybe for someone living as long as him a few minutes were but a drop in the ocean, yet he couldn't even say how old he truly was. Genji stood by the door and watched Mikuni get rid of the old, cold tea, only to eventually shove the kettle into his hands. "I'm not immortal either.", he reminded the priest and thought his answer to be a bit too simple. Maybe his body couldn't die, but that didn't mean that he didn't feel pain, but talking about that didn't help. Genji quickly dropped his gaze, nodded and went to fill the kettle with water. Before long he put it back to the fire so it warmed up the water for some tea. Kneeling there only made him realize how tired he was and he rubbed his eyes. If Mikuni wanted company, so be it, but eventually he'd go back to cleaning the halls to the best of his abilities.
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