Rising to the occasion was a noble decision, but Shuren was no witcher, no magician capable of undoing something that had been set in stone. However, he was a healer, more in the apparent than spiritual sense, but among all of that, his expertise was still getting what he wanted, even if it meant that his approach wouldn't be a calm and calculated one, but quite a brutal an unsanitary one. Surely, killing Richard was of no benefit to him right now, but as long as he proved useful, there was no need to look into something like that or even consider it. Keeping him at an arms length was fine right now, just as it was something that Shuren could deal with. "You aren't, feel free to cast your worries aside." And even if he were, it was rude to admit to the obvious, a fact that had been drilled into his skull by a father long gone, by a life stolen away with his own two hands - Shuren never cared much, as long as it had benefitted him in some grotesque way and this, too, was no different than picking and choosing his cards carefully before he'd eventually come to the ungrateful realization that he couldn't control every situation he found himself in; it seemed stupid to even think about and truly, it was. "If something like that troubles you, you can feel free to talk to me. You are not and never will be a burden to anyone in Silesse, trust me." Unlike Silesse, the King of Adrestia seemed to have different ideas. Not only was he neckdeep into sowing his own seeds of chaos, he also cast aside his brother, the rightful heir to a, theoretically, unclaimed throne - maybe Shuren wanted it, maybe he didn't, in the end, however, he'd much rather wipe Lucien off the face of the earth, to come out on top of a competition that he himself had started.
"I'm glad to hear that, then. It seems you two get along exceptionally well again ... his memory loss hasn't affected your relationship, has it?", Shuren prodded, hoping to find out more about something he knew everything about. But even then, it was just childlike curiousity that made him speak the weirdest of things aloud and reminded him that, no matter what, he was welcome to ask questions, that pushing boundaries was one thing, but knowing them another. This world itself was something one had to shape, and if Shuren was the one to do it, he might as well do it with all he knew. "Dosages are adjustable, but we'd have to figure out what works for you. I don't want you to get hurt by something that's supposed to help.", he remarked, shaking his head as he watched the fingers fiddle with the patch of lavender he'd handed Richard, something he gleefully accepted. A smile found its way on the usually stoic face, and while he wasn't sure if Richard was still looking at him, Shuren wasn't going to let any opportunity slide. "Hm, I figured as much. I could try and prepare something for you in smaller dosages, if you want me to? It might take a few days, depending on whatever or not I have all ingredients. If you want to take it, you can - and if you don't want to, that's fine too ... but while we're on the topic, do any of your scars hurt? Is there any other kind of pain?" First and foremost, Shuren was a medic, in a way. However, second of all, he was insane, and third of all, a wanning king with an ulterior motive. "Now now, it's alright. If something troubles you, something you can't talk about with Yujin, you can confide in me, yes? I can provide you with an unbiased opinion, if you'd like. Or is there something else you wish to know? Feel free to ask.", and with that, Shuren procured another piece of fabric from his sleeves, it was a rather thin one, but still intricate, though, it matched Shurens clothing this time. "Use this, no need to wet your sleeves."
"I'm glad to hear that, then. It seems you two get along exceptionally well again ... his memory loss hasn't affected your relationship, has it?", Shuren prodded, hoping to find out more about something he knew everything about. But even then, it was just childlike curiousity that made him speak the weirdest of things aloud and reminded him that, no matter what, he was welcome to ask questions, that pushing boundaries was one thing, but knowing them another. This world itself was something one had to shape, and if Shuren was the one to do it, he might as well do it with all he knew. "Dosages are adjustable, but we'd have to figure out what works for you. I don't want you to get hurt by something that's supposed to help.", he remarked, shaking his head as he watched the fingers fiddle with the patch of lavender he'd handed Richard, something he gleefully accepted. A smile found its way on the usually stoic face, and while he wasn't sure if Richard was still looking at him, Shuren wasn't going to let any opportunity slide. "Hm, I figured as much. I could try and prepare something for you in smaller dosages, if you want me to? It might take a few days, depending on whatever or not I have all ingredients. If you want to take it, you can - and if you don't want to, that's fine too ... but while we're on the topic, do any of your scars hurt? Is there any other kind of pain?" First and foremost, Shuren was a medic, in a way. However, second of all, he was insane, and third of all, a wanning king with an ulterior motive. "Now now, it's alright. If something troubles you, something you can't talk about with Yujin, you can confide in me, yes? I can provide you with an unbiased opinion, if you'd like. Or is there something else you wish to know? Feel free to ask.", and with that, Shuren procured another piece of fabric from his sleeves, it was a rather thin one, but still intricate, though, it matched Shurens clothing this time. "Use this, no need to wet your sleeves."
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.