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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…

“Safe to assume so, yes.” Which also meant that the chance of survivors, which had already been painfully close to zero, was now zero for sure, unless whoever attacked the village took captives as a bargaining chip. The demons were, hopefully, smarter than to try that - nobody would come for those unfortunate souls, and they’d simply rot in their grasp like so many of them had before. In fact, Ignatius was quite aware that that was a fate wished upon nobody, by no one - there was no need for him…

Not knowing about his subjects was the first mistake he could make, and in fact, it was better Azrael wasn't one of them. Why care now, and actually, why give a damn at all? This would shape up to be nothing more than another disappointment for both of them and the realization came in droves, deep and sickening, that overall, he was only escaping the inevitable. Ignatius had already told Azrael what lay beyond the dreams end, awaiting him in the wake of this slumbering world, and if he was frank…

Given their circumstances, all of this was part of a foil, wasn't it? Ignatius was probably being bested right at this very moment, and with deception came some sort of self-perseverance. Whether or not someone like Azrael would actually believe him was truly up to the man himself, and frankly, he couldn't even blame him if he didn't. Still, he wanted nothing more than to be out of here and maybe convince that having some sort of faith was going to help with Az ailment of something, whatever it …

While he was beating himself up over it in his own way, he know that Azrael only meant it well - it was nice to hear those words out of someone elses mouth and to be reminded that he, too, was still full of human flaws, as was normal for any of his kind, but it felt odd nonetheless. He’d been chosen for a reason, no? And right now, he wasn’t doing a very good job at showing that, to anyone, really. “I … thank you. It’s alright, I know - I’m simply saying I’m not without flaw, and that I have to …

“I see.” And he’d not press him on it, either. Why would he? Sharing was caring, sure, but not in his field of expertise and definitely not when he was the one that was trying to make save the world. Relationships turned sour soon enough, and Ignatius was very well aware that Azrael didn’t fancy him much - sharing his magic with him was, maybe, even a liability. “I’m okay. I’m not bleeding and the bulk of this, I can heal when we are out of here. Right now, my magic is better utilized elsewhere.…

"And if I told you that's a farce? Well, not ... really, but I can give you what you're lacking, if you'd like it. Given, the fact you don't like the church is enough to tell me you won't like this, either.", he fessed up and Ignatius was right to assume so - Azrael didn't seem like he liked the church, and no matter how much stuff he spewed, he wouldn't start randomly liking it just because he, of all people, said that they were fine to like, that it was alright to doubt oneself, or that he'd a…

"You cannot? Hm, that's ... foul. Would you like to?", he asked, full of sincerity about the next problem they faced. Ignatius could teach him, with a bit of trickery and thievery and probably letting some of the power he had inherited wander into Az's veins - it would be a small, painless process, only for him to serve the church on this mission for such deeds - it was a worthy price for the duties he was doing, though, he knew that that meant little in the face of a non-believer. "Hm, I most l…