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Ignatius wanted to know what was wrong with him, but he could only guess - there was no way he was actually being shunned for being a priest right now, and even if he was, he wanted Ignatius to tell him that to his face, as absurd as it sounded. Why were differences like these even a thing? Perhaps if no faith existed, they could all peacefully coexist, but then again, that would mean that having faith in itself was the issue here and Ignatius didn't really think that this was the key to it. So,…

There was a bunch of things that Azrael said that were so far out there, Ignatius just pretended he’d not heard them in the first place. Why was it upon him to interact with this man and make decisions that went against all that he believed in? To him, this was bizarre and every waking moment that he spent toiling through the pearly gates that he didn’t recognize, he felt as if he was making one mistake after the other. How far could he go, and worse, how far would all of this go if he let it? I…

“What? What do you hunters even do when you get older then? Die or retire? I mean, you’re living proof that 22 isn’t the cut-off, but there has to be more than just you, then?” It was odd to say the least. Ignatius wanted and needed to know what was going on - it sounded like some sort of ploy that had gone completely wrong or maybe even a congregation of people that knew what they were doing and that also, fairly surely, was aware that after a certain point, you just grew too weary. But even th…

Hearing that out of the hunters mouth, well, it was quite odd. "25? I thought you'd be older than that, maybe it's the hair coupled with the experience." Ignatius would recommend him to everyone that he knew, if he could, that was - unfortunately for him, there was no such thing - he had no friends, and even if there were any that he perceived as such, they'd have neither the need nor the funds for a man like that. Wasn't that sad? He thought of it as such, regardless of what it truly was. Perha…

This man was so secretive, he didn't even know what to make of him. On one hand, Ignatius wanted nothing more than to understand him and have a travelling companion that would teach him the ways of the world that he was yet to learn, on the other hand, perhaps it was better to keep each other at an arms length. In truth, it was hard to say - the outcome wasn't always supposed to reflect everything at all, and even then, one could guess their relationship by simply looking at them, he was fairly …

Their conversation was something to behold for sure - Ignatius would almost say that he was having fun, and if it wasn't that, he was at least not having a bad time. In a way, he liked to hear about who Azrael was and who he'd maybe be if not for the things that shaped him in his life, and yet, there was no way to say that for sure. All that the two of them knew was, that they were who they are because it just so happened to be the case, no? And for that, Ignatius couldn't shun anyone and he nev…

“People and their ways of life are just fundamentally different often times, that much I know and that much I ought to respect. And still, you aren’t wrong. Perhaps they just think better of themselves, and when it’s all in their head, they don’t even know they’re already dead.” Before anything even started, too. There was no sense or semblance in some peoples actions, especially if they thought too high and mighty of themselves. Happiness came and went, often times at the very least, and Ignati…

Was it wrong for him to ask so much and give so little in return? Ignatius was unsure - he'd never found someone as interesting as Azrael, someone who wasn't sheltered and raised with wool over his eyes, someone that understood this here world better than anyone. Surely, some of the older priests were not raised in service of the church, oh no, they had been their own people before they had allowed themselves to follow gods orders, but even those people rarely talked to him. In a way, he had a d…

It seemed as if nothing would change in that very moment - the weather felt set in stone and this conversation, too, would perhaps be something that neither of them would think about ever again in a few days time. “I won’t.”, he assured Azrael, but he wondered - was it really appropriate to look at him like that, to quiz him about his scars and to expect an answer? People were curious, all of them always were and they were naturally obsessed with too many things as well - and yet, if it brought …

A prayer to calm his nerves would help, and it did wonders for him - so much so that he was lost in thought soon enough. Was it normal like this? Living on the road was quite the experience - he liked it, it was almost relaxing to him, and it seemed as if it was wrought with the occasional hardship. As his guide got on the horse, Ignatius was the one that wondered if Njeri wanted to even carry either of them - would she not value a life full of freedom? Perhaps everyone would, but then again, sh…

This wasn't for him, was it now? They had picked him for reasons, he knew as much, but he still was nothing but a young man that had lost himself in his own prayers and the otherworldly guises that everyone had offered him. Perhaps, being the strongest did not mean anything after all - this burden was his to bear, by himself, and he couldn't say he was happy about it. "I shall pray later, when I'm feeling better.", he told Azrael. Surely, he was happy to be out here, but even with that, he knew …

Falling asleep again proved to be difficult; no matter what he did, he found himself tossing and turning instead and overall was left wondering if and how and why all of this would happen again. Azrael was his last hope out here and he understood that he was being needlessly overbearing, and yet, it was the only option that either of them had. Who else would bother with them? It was almost as if neither of them had a real chance at this to begin with. Worse yet, not only was there nowhere for hi…

Was that panic that got ahold of him? Was he just losing it? Ignatius wanted to know, he couldn’t tell, he was already sweaty anyway and he felt like his palms were shaking, too - why was he worried? There was no way that something like this, with no visible or audible problems, would unsettle him so much. Did he care too much? Compassion wasn’t a sin, it was perfectly normal to feel a certain way and yet, it seemed almost as if the web he found himself entangled in would never let go of him aga…

Ignatius wanted to know if he could get up for sure, but it seemed almost as if there was no way to go back to sleep this time around - Azrael showed up, not from behind him but from outside and he was left to wonder if that meant anything in terms of how behind they were. A quick gaze through the darkness told him nothing, it smelled like damp wood and needle trees in this hut and nothing else. "Are you alright?", he asked the white-haired man. There was no way of telling anything, but he was c…

First, he’d expected that he’d manage to milk this guy for answers, but it didn’t seem so. Azrael was tough, he was used to not talking to anyone and he seemed as if he’d be fine if he’d just be out here alone, all by himself, and without anyone to question him, no? It was almost sad to see a soul so forlorn and muddled, though, that probably was his inner priest talking - Ignatius felt saddened for and by him, which proved to be a problem in and of itself, but it was everything that he had and …

Ignatius curled back up in a blanket and got into his sleeping bag; it wasn't as comfortable as the bed he was allowed in yesterday night, but it honestly was better than sleeping out in the open. The hut, despite being riddled with holes, kept the wind at bay and the thundering above them was still muffled, if only a bit. This was all he had for the night. "This isn't that.", he explained to Azrael. It didn't matter anyway. Even if it was, he'd have to push on - his flesh was nothing more than …

That had been his suggestion anyway, though it seemed as if he was only getting some ire from the hunter. Didn't seem like he was madly interested in cuddling, and Ignatius could understand that, albeit only because he didn't have time to wonder or quizz him on why that really was. "Outside? And catch a cold? I doubt it." With a beast? No, that really wasn't for him, but he imagined that she, too, could benefit from a slight bit of warmth. Regardless, he decided that he was better off in his lit…

“Touchè.”, he replied. They surely didn’t; tearing down part of the hut would prove to be a stupid idea and living through stupid ideas wasn’t going to help them with anything. Ignatius was thinking for a second - he really wanted to warm up and not get sick, which also meant that they needed to get their warmth someplace else. This wasn’t just about him, he knew that, but using magic and then sleeping would probably make unwanted visitors come too close in too short of a span of time. “Take car…

Child of the light or not, Ignatius was exhausted - his powers weren't used to stints like that and he was even less used to them, actually. They got over the river just fine and Azrael helped him on the horse, but everything after that felt so sluggish, he didn't even know how long or what direction they rode and walked in until a good chunk of time later. Was all of that enough to exhaust him? It seemed that way, and what was worse, it also didn't seem like he'd be sleeping in a dry environmen…

Concentration was key, especially in situations like these. Light was pliable and easy to mold, but it changed a lot over time, too, especially when someone inexperienced wielded it - Ignatius wanted to claim he wasn't, he was above and beyond those kids trying their years worth of mishapen spells on something that only someone like him should do. Why even try when they were outmatched anyway? Well, clearly because Ignatius had yet to learn for himself - someone that actually was adept at this c…