"It's not your fault, or anyones...", he answered the priest. He didn't need to feel bad for Genji, or for sending him away uncured. At least this specific priest tried his best to help Genji and for that alone he was grateful, even though it didn't seem like he was very good at showing it. He wasn't used to being around people anymore and he forgot his strategies to deal with the thing inside of him when he was. He also forgot how to act and speak around others, after all it's been a very long time... he believed. If he weren't so obsessed with only thinking about himself, maybe he'd also noticed that the young priest wasn't only here from the kindness of his heart, but because he wanted something of his own. He wanted to not be alone as it seemed. He looked at the boy or man, whichever perspective he preferred. "Is that so...?", he asked, unsure if that was true, or if he should believe in a supposed goddess in the first place. "Would she have struck me with lightning otherwise?" Now he was being sarcastic towards that poor boy. He just thought that if gods were real, they wouldn't let him run rampage on earth.
Genji leaned his head against the wall behind him and took a deep breath. "I don't mind being locked in.", he told the man. If they felt saver he was alright with it, but it also didn't really matter if it was day or night. This curse didn't grow stronger at night and Genji hadn't seen any guards around, ever. No one would be able to stop him, of that he was sure. He looked at the priest again, still holding his arm, but he shook his head. "...doesn't hurt." It was no pain that was ailing him, just the fact that the curse acted up, as if it was interested in the boy now and as if it wanted to reach out for him and most likely kill him. The priest still went for the door and Genji sighed almost in relief while he let himself slide down the wall. He didn't exactly show the best manners, he knew that. "I'm sorry for not being more talkative... or entertaining...", he mumbled. The priest better found someone else that he could befriend.
Genji leaned his head against the wall behind him and took a deep breath. "I don't mind being locked in.", he told the man. If they felt saver he was alright with it, but it also didn't really matter if it was day or night. This curse didn't grow stronger at night and Genji hadn't seen any guards around, ever. No one would be able to stop him, of that he was sure. He looked at the priest again, still holding his arm, but he shook his head. "...doesn't hurt." It was no pain that was ailing him, just the fact that the curse acted up, as if it was interested in the boy now and as if it wanted to reach out for him and most likely kill him. The priest still went for the door and Genji sighed almost in relief while he let himself slide down the wall. He didn't exactly show the best manners, he knew that. "I'm sorry for not being more talkative... or entertaining...", he mumbled. The priest better found someone else that he could befriend.