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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…

There were ample priests that probably had studied the ways of the waves or how light would bend if they were allowed to; many of them would be able to figure this out before him and there would be plenty of people that were going to figure this out after him as well. If anything, he was making a fool of himself at his current pace and he knew, no matter how daring and enticing all of this seemed to sound, he didn't have to be a hero - he waited for Azrael and his spoiled endeavor, which hardly …

This weather was, if anything, a bitter omen - it hadn't panned out the way they hoped it would, which was fine, and yet, it was hard to swallow such aspects and accept them as a fact. What were they going to do if this kept happening? No, that ... was too much. Ignatius needed to shut his own thoughts up, he wasn't prone to overthinking on any other occasion and right now, he didn't need it either. The reins in his hands gave him comfort and there was a horse, too. Njeri needed to get over ther…

They marched on and on without much discussion, but sometimes, he felt as if he had to say something - they had a little bit of banter between the two of them, which was definitely nice to see, but whatever else was he to expect from someone like Azrael? He seemed to be a man of but a few words, hardly interested in keeping up conversations that slowed him down, and yet, he was entertaining this priest that had a few more questions than necessary, at least from time to time. It was a nice gestur…

Living among everyone else seemed like a fairly easy task; one that he’d not known, though, Ignatius now wondered if he was just raised in ignorance so he wouldn’t crave the mundanity of what a normal human life would entail - or maybe the craziness of an adventure that he’d never known he needed. It was silly in the best ways and he enjoyed himself, too, as he wondered why Azrael was picking an almost impossible pace for him to feasibly keep up with. Trials and tribulations were a thing, no? “W…

"That's their right, I don't blame them, I'm just sad it is that way." Ignatius could be the change he wanted to see and perhaps, that was what he was made to do in the first place - there was no way he'd not been selected for this from a young age on and then he wouldn't serve any significant purpose. There had to be something, and all of it had to make sense as well. To him, at the very least. As Azrael quizzed him, he could only chuckle about it. "That, my dear hunter, is a very good question…

"Of course, it's pretty obvious." That was something even Ignatius was incapable of denying; no matter how the world turned out to be, he was nothing but a pawn in a grander scheme of many things, eternally caught up in something that he had little to no control over for the most part. Who was it that helped him with keeping his head up? His beliefs, one that weren't shaken by anything and yet, he was so bitter, they probably would eternally damage any king of view he had on the world as a whole…

“I just try to make it all look natural, but believe it or not, I sometimes don’t have a clue of what I’m doing.”, he was quick to confess as soon as he was given the chance. There was no way in hell he’d actually manage to pick something like this up in the monastery he’d been raised at, though; all that they learned was how to spend every waking moment occupied in turmoil with themselves and their prayers, and Ignatius was glad he finally came out on top eventually. “I don’t see why not. After…