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Yujin wondered, still, if his gift was out of place and the moment Richards mouth moved and words fell upon his ears, Yujin knew anyway that it was in vain to attempt something or the other to tide this over with. There was, in fact, nothing he could do any maybe it hurt, but the stinging would subside, once his heart felt like it could comfortably expand with every beat it took - Richard was squeezing it, not on purpose, and Yujin smiled through it, although he felt a bit deflected, maybe like …

Was Richard appalled by his gift? Yujin could hardly tell, and every ounce of getting through the thick muck of uncertainty made it worse, like bile had risen in his throat and he was having anxious heart pangs, for better or worse. Was Richard not impressed? Not having fun? He gulped, but it was all for nothing - Yujin was imagining the worst in his head right now, only for it to dissipate in a second as his smile grew into a giggle. This was, well, it was everything he hoped for, wasn't it? No…

Life wasn't easy out here, he understood that now, but he also wanted to know more - Ignatius knew that his entire existence was on par with what people would claim nobility was like, and that he had little to fear in the department of, well, anything, but that didn't mean that he didn't have what it took when it came down to where he was needed. For now, however, he wanted to lay low and not actually bother himself with the hubris that was his own under- or misunderstanding of a situation what …

Back in the water he carefully washed off all blemishes he could find, top to bottom, stealing little glances at Azrael when he could - a peek wouldn't hurt, much less would downright asking question do so, but he knew that yesterday, they had talked a lot and presently, it was better for them to simply align themselves to Azraels wishes, before he exploded and just dumped him somewhere for his incessant persona and the ceaseless need to ask many more questions than just the last one he had alre…

Yujin knew he either would strike gold or have to abandon this plan and real back - Richard was prepared for his shenanigans at times, but he knew he, too, overdid it and that there was no way to make up for certain things if he didn't think about it beforehand. Right now, they rested in his hands, the two little rascals of them, and Yujin seemed to be happy that they were so full of energy. "You?" He cocked his head to the side, like a dog that was trying to understand saomething but got confus…

With a quick break spot found, Ignatius was delighted to get out of most of his clothes and washed them, alongside himself, in the cold creek that they had found - he didn't complain, after all, cold water wasn't something out of the ordinary, and instead, seemingly had the time of his life as he got to finally relax a bit and examine most of his body, safe for the parts cavered by underwear, for any spots and bruises and injuries, as well as finally getting rid of all the blood that had stuck o…

There was an eerie silence between them and Ignatius didn't like it. Had he done something wrong? Sure, he had managed to piss this man off yesterday but for him to actually be so pearl-clutching about the issue it felt like there had to be something else in the air; he wasn't a fan of that, much less was he happy about the ordeal that was transpiring at the very moment. Scarving down the breakfast, he was silent otherwise, and simply nodded as Azrael was being rough as usual - maybe they had, i…

Rubbing the sand out of his eyes, Ignatius was happy to finally get a move on and make his way out of the hut and really, truly breathe in some fresh air - it was already quite late for morning when he had gotten up, and sometimes Ignatius wished it wasn't like this, so he could best someone like Azrael even at times like these. Wasn't this worth some sort of friendly competition at least? "Good morning.", he mumbled upon spotting Az and let his eyes wander over the display this man had made for…

He was listening, alright, but it was in one ear and out the other. "I'm going to be fine.", he assured Azrael as the bottle was foisted back upon him in a fit of incompetence-borne rage, and Ignatius was more than convinced that this man had too much of a short fuse to ever make it far in life. What if he got annoyed at the fighting tactics of some demons and then had an outburst? Sometimes, that sort of stuff was possible, even if it sounded especially ridiculous right now - but did it matter?…

"They are fine. Sure, they're mostly annoying, but I can deal with them ... besides, if I starve I won't have magic to heal either of us.", Ignatius made clear and in the grand scheme of things, this was still about the two of them, rather than each one of them individually - if they had a full stomach, they had a full days work cut out for them, but that work wouldn't lessen itself simply because they decided they didn't want any of this anymore. Sometimes, these things were sad, but other time…

That question, naturally, cropped up first and he could not - and would not - be able to blame this man for his skepticism. "I used a bit of magic on the rotten food, it's just like a healing spell. Means it's fine to eat, too.", he elaborated his tactic and eyed the berries. Was he in the mood for something tangy and sweet? Not right now, so he was fine with the tomato he was being tossed; he took a hearty bite out of it, spilling the juice over his hands, which was fine anyway. "I can turn it …

Spent like never before, Ignatius let loose of a terribly loud sigh. His hands were soon stemmed in his hips and he sneezed, as if his body hadn't been put through the wringer for long enough already, he was coughing too, and before he could tell Azrael to stay with him and take his time resting as well, but he was off already, doing god knew what to actually find them something edible. Fine, then - he had had the chance to look around, and the moment he was out the door, Ignatius found the firs…

"For them to sell it to the highest bidder and for us to gain nothing of it? No thanks." Ignatius knew them, their thieving ways and their foolish laughs, obsessed with making it through the worst of storms, just by themselves, leaving no room for others - or faults, or error, even. Sure, it could be that, in the back of their mind, they had other things they thought about, but in reality? They didn't care, and he knew it. "We'll be fine, I think.", he half-heartedly tried to assure the man hims…

If this was against some sort of sacrament, they should have told him that much before any of this - Ignatius knew that he was just buying them time by making it painfully obvious that he seemed to be disillusioned with who he was, and that it didn't need to be as it was. "I'm sure.", he retorted. There was no way to find out just how fucked up all of this would get if they died down here and if they didn't have anything to feed themselves with up there, then the darkness of a mausoleum was mayb…

That was it? Trying to survive without a plan would hardly help anyone; it definitely didn't help someone like Azrael if he ever wanted to make it far, but even Ignatius knew that he probably didn't care about things like that. After all, he could live his life the way he wanted to, not dictated by anything but his own greed, if he so chose to listen to it in the first place. "It will hopefully be better soon." And with that, a new era of someone would herald itself as the definitive one, only t…

"I agree that it would. But there's no changing those who believe in the values they set for themselves and cling to them, no matter how wrong or outdated.", Ignatius replied, knowing he alone couldn't change anything. Sure, he was the one that they relied on to get through the current war with those that crawled out of the neither to claim their souls, but in all actuality, he was simply a pawn to them, ripe for the picking, and he'd do what they wanted him to, whether he liked it or not. That …

"Theoretically we ... they should. I'm just a liability right now, and probably will be for ages. What I'm saying is, they don't even do that, and it all falls back to people like you that shouldn't be doing any of this.", he admitted, and he was guilty for it. To dispatch someone like him to help the people was like sending for vitriol, inviting demons to attack them at every second of their day, and to actually assume that would help anyone was the work of a madman as well. Ignatius already kn…

"I've tried. I mean, in a way. I wasn't really allowed to, but curiousity kills the cat eventually." Unfortunately, that meant they'd have to lock him up for a day or two, and then see if he'd come to his senses - Ignatius was a well-behaved kid that knew he could hold the world within the palms of his hands, if only he abided the rules that were laid out before him much like any offering to a god would be. Often times, especially as a kid, he ignored them on purpose, aware of his misgivings for…

"The normalcy of being human ... well, commonfolk, at least.", he told Azrael, not trying to seem high and mighty at all, more so confused that his views were questioned right now even though Az seemed like he didn't have a normal upbringing either. Should he push the issue? No, that would only lead to more of a rift between them, something that was already pre-established since their first meeting and Ignatius entire existence as a priest was most likely a thorn in his side already. "I grew up …

That was an answer in it its own right - Ignatius couldn't blame him for it, in fact, he knew that Azrael definitely saw his fair share of gore and pain every now and then and that nothing that anyone would give him would ease out those memories, or soothe him more than he could soothe himself. The life of a hunter, as he imagined it from tall tales and unforgiving stories, seemed strange and lonely, both at the same time, and he realized that maybe, he wouldn't want to live that one for himself…