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As they now walked towards the village at a snails pace, Ignatius was left to wonder what was happening - he couldn't quite gauge the reality of everything just yet, but as he tried to, he wondered if this would get any worse. "So, it used to be aflame." And they were perhaps a day too late to see it? That had to be some sort of sick joke. From here on, they only had today left to actually reach the next monastery, but they still had more than enough time to actually get there. Would they involv…

Ignatius didn't figure that any sort of jig was up, not even when he woke up and definitely not when he was barely functioning himself. Being awake had its detriments, all of which were easily explained away, time and time again, only to crop up in much larger margins after the fact. Was there something that he'd missed, or was he simply having a bit too much fun? Oh, Ignatius couldn't even tell, not even during his morning prayer - he ought to get it out of the way lest someone else started thi…

Cecil was happy to hear that, really, as he was sure that the night could have gone completely differently. Either way, it didn't turn out to be that way and the moment he heard that Logan was having a grand old time, he was happy, too. "If you say that, that makes me happy to hear.", the prince waffled about. Was he truly happy? Apparently so, but worse than that, he even enjoyed the food that he had gotten out of that interaction - Eddie didn't feel like eating, which was okay, but the next th…

As the sun set he eventually lost his ability to see his canvas - he could make a light if he wanted to and he’d know better than to ask Azrael, yet decided against it as he figured that there was nothing lost if he just slept through it and continued on tomorrow. As Azrael seemed to be done mending his clothes, and done being awake, Ignatius got up and put his things away again - for a moment, he considered cuddling with Njeri, but then came to the conclusion that the valiant steed was warrante…

He'd believed that some quick banter was in order, but he was shot down immediately, much like a falcon would be hit by a stray arrow at time. In a way, it saddened him, but it was both of their faults anyway. Alright then. Even as he was denied a story, he simply sighed and got back up - he dragged his socks over the forest floor to get back to the saddlebags and grab the piece of charcoal and the paper from earlier. He'd occupy himself, then, that would work either way. Why pester someone that…

Ignatius nibbled away on both meat and cheese that he'd taken - perhaps, he felt much like a little mouse in that moment and was just doing what he needed to do to not incite another discussion between him and Azrael. If he didn't eat, he'd be a liability, so he could at least afford to not eat and make everything work for him and in his favor. That was what he figured it would be anyhow; he just didn't know how he'd get it all to work for him. As Ignatius wondered about perhaps the most simple …

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…