bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

Richard was a little bit surprised when their conversation was cut short and Yujin let go of him just like that, even though just moments earlier he demanded to be held, because he was cold and lonely. He just announced Richard was mean, a trait he defiently had and that he showed since the very beginning, though only now all of a sudden Yujin cared about it. Richard sighed as Yujin turned his back towards him like a child that didn't get what it wanted and honestly, he was glad about some peace and quiet finally. "Good...", he announced back as Yujin told him he'd sleep now, because that was better than dealing with Richard and him being mean, whatever made it different to the countless times before. The blonde grabbed his blanket and pulled it up again, he also got rid of some of Yujins hair that, despite him being gone still remained. In the end he also turned to his side and closed his eyes. He wasn't necessarily shook by Yujins behavior and his headache got lighter as soon as he had shut up, right? Sleep was the best solution at least until Nayantai would come with some food, even if he only put it aside so they could take it when they wanted it. Richard closed his eyes.

Yujin was like a child and it seemed as if he was very easily angered at some point, then acting like a completely different person. Like when he just shoved and punched Richard in the face, only to be all caring in the next moment. He was weird and maybe even a little bit scary. Richard didn't want to deal with someone that wanted to be his friend at any cost and that kept on hi case even though Richard wanted to do other things, like continue his training. He didn't want to deal with someone who snapped from one moment to the other even less, but at least he was quiet now and they'd be able to sleep. They'd get healthy again and if Richard was lucky Yujin would stay mad, go back to his girlfriend and annoy her. She probably liked it otherwise she wouldn't be his girlfriend, right? In the end maybe Yujin had come to his senses right here and now and had noticed that all the things he said and did were something he actually regretted and shouldn't have done. Richard was a stranger that wasn't worth his time and that also didn't want it.

What was he even doing? Acting like a little child, not giving a fuck about anyone elses feelings and that - probably - was one of his many flaws. Sure, Yujin of Silesse was fucked up in his own regard, was trying to figure out a plethora of odd things, but in the end, whatever came of it was never all that apparent. Sometimes, he reacted like he did now, unable to be someone that hadn’t been influenced by the world around him and other times, he was at a loss for words when it came to certain aspects of life, of being alive and of existing. This, however, didn’t do anyone any good and in the end, Yujin of Silesse was nothing more than some sort of idiot, a person made up of two, that would describe his upbringing as the fault for his frequent moodswings and his need to please those around him as some sort of justification for just that. Frankly, most of it could be wrong, he could be lying to himself and all of it was just ... wasn’t it a waste of time? What was he even mad about to begin with? Now, he had no idea and instead, he’d dozed off like that, keeping to himself and not gifting Richard another thought. Sure, they could care less about one another but then, where was the fun?

How long did he even sleep? Barely long enough to discern right from wrong, to figure out what it was like to be asleep, or at least it had felt like it. His sleep was shallow, as were his dreams and whenever thought he was dipping down into them, deeper below the actual surface, he found himself in some sort of waking state, only to force himself deeper down the rabbit hole - this was getting tiring and yet, his body wasn’t tired of being asleep, it was tired of being awake and having the little energy it saved stolen away by silly acts. At some point, the wooden door opened and in the corner of his eye, he spied a larger figure - probably Nayantai - that was checking in on them and bringing them some more soup, but Yujin didn’t feel like getting up, or moving much for that matter. All he did was lay there, curl up and wonder what else he needed, what more he could use to just keep himself from rising, but there wasn’t anything, except forcing his body to stay as it was and wonder how many more marbles he had that he could, potentially, just lose. Wasn’t this just stupid? Was he coming up with weird shit again? Well, who gave a damn. Eventually, Yujin raised his head again and groaned - it was almost dark outside, yet again, and his head felt like someone had used a heavy stone to bash it in. “For fucks sake”, he complained, pressing both of his eyes with the palms of his head. Was Richard awake? Was he okay? Who gave a damn and why was he the person, now that he himself was in pain?

Richard had dozed off, had found himself asleep again, now that it was finally quiet and he was thankful when Nayantai barged in and woke him up, before any nightmare could get to him. Even though the big man tried to be quiet, Richard noticed him, but all he did was curl up even more, just listening to what was going on. No one looked like they were about to die, so after he placed something on the table he left again and Richard remained were he was for a while longer. Then when he had enough of pretending he was asleep he finally sat up to take a look around. It was rather dark, Yujin had not cuddled up to him again and some soup had been placed next to the bed. Richard inspected Yujin from his position, he was curled up too, maybe looking a little bit like he was in pain as well and it got even more apparent when he started cursing all of a sudden. Well that wasn't nice without knowing whether Richard was awake or not, but he didn't complain and instead started to rearrange his pillows at the back of the wall so it was more comfortable to sit.

As he was done with that he reached over for his soup, stopped though and instead put a hand on Yujins shoulder. "You should eat and drink something. Your body needs energy and water, you'll feel better once you did.", he pointed out, but then grabbed his own bowl for real, to carefully manoeuvre it over Yujin so he wouldn't burn him with spilling soup and then leaned back to start eating. The soup was still warm, so Yujin would be better off eating now that he was awake anyway, but ultimately it was his decision. Richard just ate his own soup spoon for spoon without complaining about not being hungry. All the while he just waited for Yujin to either tell him off, or actually do what he said, all in all he probably was still mad, wasn't he? Well Richard didn't even understand why exactly and he didn't question it either. The only reason Yujin was here now was that he was sick, not like he wanted to be here or Richard had asked him to stay.

Yujin did feel as if somebody had hit him with something, but the only thing that was the truth was, well, that he had slept like absolute dogshit and right now, among all the pain and the weird feeling that pooled in his head and in his eyes, he found himself thinking more clearly. Albeit he hadn’t hoped for Richard to be awake, to be up earlier than him and to actually have to think about what had pissed him off earlier, well, now he was and he seemingly was better off than him, too. Truth be told, Yujin wasn’t one to hold a grudge and yet he had hoped they’d at least get to suffer together, but they weren’t and it was stupid to just think about that for one more second, especially when he couldn’t help himself or the blonde anyway. Nobody needed anyone, as much as Silesse didn’t need anything before the war ended and yet, they willingly called sheeps their brother in arms, accepted their customs, their food and their ways as their own, as things to learn from ... wasn’t it odd? Wasn’t it disgusting? Yujin sighed, took his hands off of his eyes and as he sat up, started to stretch himself and his weary bones, all in a futile effort to shake off the tiredness that had seeped into him.

When he felt Richards hand on his shoulder, he almost jolted up in surprise, but he seemingly not only knew who the hand belonged to, but also that he still wasn’t alone, that he’d never be as long as he was sick and that all of this was just a shitty way of being. If his body allowed it, he’d get up and waddle home, crawl through frozen snow on all fours, just to be rid of this scenario and yet, there was no need to and no getting past the wolf that probably sat just outside their door, perched up in the kitchen. Wasn’t this like some sort of bad joke? Where was he going to go when he felt better? Out of the window? Yujin just watched Richard retrieve his food and let him whisper whatever was on his mind, whatever he wanted to help him with, only to sigh, deeply at that. Without adding anything to that, at least at first, he grabbed his own bowl, grabbed the spoon that came with it and started eating away - what else would he do anyway? To be fair, though, there was no need to waffle over something stupid and holding a grudge against Richard for something he was remarking the entire time anyway. “I feel like shit”, he declared, looking down into his bowl of soup and wondering why he couldn’t taste it and why he, at least, wasn’t feeling some sort of distinct burn in his throat. “Any remedy for that?” There probably wasn’t.

"You act as if you are sick for the first time in your life.", Richard exclaimed and was continuing eating his soup. At leat Yujin did the same, though he was sulking over it and seemed like he wasn't enjoying it very much. Richard had a headache too, but he didn't whine about it, in the end what purpose did that serve and also, why would he cry about anything in front of a stranger? "Water. You're probably hydrated from sleeping almost two days straight. Your headache will get better.", Richard explained having reached the bottom of his bowl. He was able to eat fast and a lot if he wanted to and in this case it didn't even need to be good. He knew his body needed some form of energy to get better but thinking about that he almost worried that his body wasn't used to the little things Silesse offered. He'd had no apple or grapes, nothing of that sorts, only mostly meat and maybe some roots. But was that enough for his body that was used to so much more? He certainly hoped so. He hoped he'd just grow tired of the food and that he'd not suffer from any more illnesses because his body demanded something that wasn't available anymore.

He probably thought about that because he thought an apple or an orange would do them both good right now, some vitamines, but alas in Silesse there was nothing, no source of those nutritions. He looked into his bowl as if there could magically appear something more, but obviously there wasn't and so he just held it in his hands because he didn't want to reach over Yujin and disturb him with his own bowl of soup. Instead he just sank back a little into a half sitting and half lying position, the bowl simply sitting on his stomach and held with both hands. Being awake was kind of boring, especially since he didn't have his father that read him stories, or his brother that made him laugh or simply a book he could read despite the headache. He had not a single damn book and though he was fairly good at speaking Thrian he wasn't sure how his reading was doing. He mostly read Adrestian books when they werent especially aimed towards teaching him something.

It was pparent that Yujin wasn't used to being sick. Not that Richard had been all the time, not like his father, but he had been at least once a year. He also knew a lot about being sick, or treating other who were sick, after all his fathers health had always been a big issue and he had always been in bed for multiple days with high fever, sometimes not even awake for days. It got worse once he had left his home, Fhaergus, to travel to Thria, but somehow he had managed it longer than he should have, at least according to his own body. He probably never thought he'd see his kids grow up, but in the end he died way too young, leaving behind a mess that cost Richard everything. Richard looked at his bowl, sunken in thought about all of that, about his new bed, this hut and this empty room with not even a book or a game. Not even cards were lying around here to pass the time, he owned nothing anymore. "It is, you'll be better soon.", he mumbled a little bit lost in thought.

Richard looked up when Yujin was shaking for a moment, inspecting the blankets and the bowl which had hot soup in it just moments ago. Was he still cold? "I'm not. My head hurts and my throat is all scratchy...", Richard grumbled and tried to clear it with no avail. In the end he passed his bowl to Yujin and let him set it aside, only to sink even more back into a lying position, also taking the pillows back down from the wall they leaned on. "So what do you feel like doing?", he asked turning to his side and resting his head on his arm. Richard was tired, but sleep was nothing he wanted either, he avoided nightmares twice, how often could he do it again? His eyelids felt like burning, which was a weird feeling and his nose was all stuffy. He looked at Yujin and sighed. "I don't really have any books or games or anything like that...", he apologized and for some reason grabbed some strand of hair that was near him to twist it between his fingers. "Your hair opened up.", he pointed out it had way before when they last were awake, hadn't it? Why was he even pointing that out? He rather looked at the empty bowl again. "I've always eaten much... and fast. Probably because my brother... mh, nevermind."

Richard yawned then sneezed with having his hand safe Yujin from any of that. This was gettin ridicolous, how long would they be sick? Having Yujin here one day was probably fine but now Richard wondered if his parentsweren't worried anytime soon, or Yujins girlfriend for that matter. If Yujin was prone to ask strangers to throw him off cliffs there sure was reason for concern, wasn't there? If they had drowned back then probably no one would have found them for days. Damn that would have been a stupid death, right? But for now Richard couldnt die, not yet anyway. Richard wiped some tears from his face, not because he was sad in this case, but simply because he was sick and his eyes wet all the time for whatever reason. He felt his forhead to which still felt warm and all of that ended with him rubbing his head for a short while to relieve the pain. "We could ask Nayantai for some tea.", he suggested looking at the door. If they yelled loud enough he'd probably come. Maybe at this point he even told Yujins parents where their son was, just in case and since he was at the town anyway.

Richard couldn't den that he was sick still and he wasn't sure if it got better or not. At least it wasn't so bad as when Yujin had to drag him back home and he basically just passed out while changing. "Not even what?", Richard asked somewhat curious, but he probably didn't have whatever Yujin wanted. Unless maybe he wanted to deal with his hair and have a comb, Richard had one somewhere in his closet. "No pillow fight...", Richard mumbled, he didn't want one hitting his head. Didn't Yujin say he was ticklish somewhere? no, what was he even thinking about, that didn't help either. "When you hugged me.", Richard agreed, though why did he even do that? Not that he had agreed to their bet that had been all twisted, but... what but? Richardshook his head at his own stupidity, also while h started a topic he didn't want to talk about, multipple actually. "He always ate away my food."; he quickly explained to close the topic of his brother again.

When Yujin suddenly stood up Richard was about to grab him and pull him back into bed. "What are you doing?!", he askwed despite being told what Yujins plan was. Still he shouldn't get up and by the looks of it he regretted it himself, yet he kept going. "You should lie down again!", Richard grumbled and sat up himself, watched as Yujin was determined to force his body to the door, He couldn't even stand without leaning onto something and apparently his head hurt a lot. He was shaking as well, he wore no shoes after all and his clothes, though probably warm enough, were probably sweaty and therefor wet, making him freeze even more. Richard shook his head and sighed, what an idiot. In the end he made it to the door only to tell him that Nayantai wasn't here, he probably went out to hunt or to town and didn't want to wake them, though it was already getting dark. "No! Come back to bed, you'll keel over and I need to be the one picking you up. My head hurts too so I dont want to be forced to do that!, Richard grumbled, demanded for him to come back already and he surprisingly did just that.

"I don't have cards.", Richard said, destroying their last straw since a pillow fight was out of question. They were way too old for tha anyway, weren't they? Yujin dragged his body back to bed, snuggled under the blanket and was still shaking as it seemed. Richard knitted his brows and looked at the shivering mess in his bed. He was acutally about to extend his hand, but didn't in the end instead he suggested something else. "I can make tea, if you want some. Also maybe a hot bath would do you good, I can prepare one if you want. But at the very least get out of those clothes and wear some of mine, I'm going to change too, since all of that is just sweaty and gross." With that he was the one now crawling out of bed. He wobbled to his closet to open it and find something for them both to wear. He didn't have that much stuff, but something comfortable was in there and he just pulled out two shirts and two pants, which he brought back to bed. Yujin would just get sicker if he continued wearing those clothes. "Because he was my brother I'd asume.", he merely grumbled as an answer and sat aside the clothes on the bed.

When didn’t he try to at least come up with a suitable solution, when wasn’t he the one fishing for compliments? Sure, the tea he’d brew would probably taste acceptable, but right about now, getting out of bed felt like a death sentence and Yujin had to realize that he’d never, not once in his life, felt as sick as he was right now - not that he could remember anyway, but all of that, wasn’t it just a tad bit too much? “Well, you do have a point, I really don’t want to keel over, not when my nose isn’t healed up”, he sighed. Was he more of a burden than he had anticipated or was all of that just a faint guess about a lot of things that were, without a doubt, just shitty to think about? Yujin didn’t know, had no apparent answer and all he could do was feel tired, sick almost, at a loss of words and explanation, too - and then he figured that Richards bed wasn’t that bad. “That means we’re fucked. What else is there to do?”, he groaned, almost annoyed that he wasn’t stuck in his palace of ice - at least they had things that they could use, but frankly, it wasn’t really warm in his home, it never had been, whether it was because of his parents attitude or for the fact that it was a fucking castle made of ice.

“No”, Yujin insisted, that would mean Richard had to torture himself to get up as will and none of that was any serious fun. Frankly, they both had fucked up in their own regard, but the thing was, that neither of them knew what exactly they could do to help themselves without a third party around, wasn’t it that? Nayantai was gone and getting water probably wasn’t the easiest task, especially when it had to be heated up first, too. “Just, don’t bother. I’ll change my clothes, but anything else would be too much for the two of us - you don’t have to do anything for me if you don’t want to, you really don’t need to bother.” Though, the blonde had gotten up and yet, he wasn’t faring much better than himself, but at least one of them didn’t feel like dying, huh? “Thanks”, he mumbled, gave Richard a grin and then it was all over, wasn’t it? Now, he had to get rid of his own clothes and for once, he wasn’t all too shameless about it, just tossing the old clothing aside, somewhere where they wouldn’t bother anyone and now that he sat there, only in his underwear, that felt ... odd. “I mean I guess? But he could just get his own second serving or am I misinterpreting something? Oh, also, what’s with that thing anyway?”, Yujin suddenly wanted to know, pointing at the fabric that was wrapped around Richards neck. What did he need that for? Who gave a fuck, though? The wolf was now sitting there, getting back into an almost-strangers clothing and all the while exposed both of the scars that his father absolutely hated - one that encompassed most of his left thigh and another, that just sat there, right across his chest. They were ugly, but given the circumstances, who cared? “Do you even have any scars?”, Yujin blurted out, wasn’t that a kind of insensitive question?

There was really not much they could do right? And all because Richard didn't own anything to begin with. What else could they do but talk to each other? Maybe tell kids stories to each other? Then again, Richard probably knew most of the Thrian stories too and seing how obsessed Yujins father was with Adrestia, he probably knew most of the Adrestian stories. "I guess you want something to do for your hands...?", Richard asked and wondering if he should get his comb. Well why the hell not, he hadn't sat down yet so he manoeuvred back to his things, fished out the comb and brought it back to the bed, just laying it down on it. "Maybe fixing your hair before you have to cut them short will distract you.", he suggested and wondered about his own hair and the last time Yujin had a comb in his hands. Well if it made him happy he could braid Richards hair for all he cared... Was that odd? Again that was a very girly thing to do, was it not? Besides with that length he had enough to do with his own hair that were spread all over the place.

"If you say so.", Richard concluded, no tea then, he was fine with that and bringing water from outside to boil and then repeat the process until the bathtub was full sounded like a drag anyway,though he had done it if Yujin had wanted to. Why actually? Maybe he felt responsible for his predicament and for the fact that he had absolutely nothing to entertain Yujin with. While Yujin undressed Richard did the same and pulled his shirt over his head to toss it on the floor, as well as his pants. "He just wanted to bother me I guess.", Richard mumbled and suddenly looked somewhat spooked. Yujin asked a question he really didn't want to answer, but he needed to come up with a reasonable explanation, everything but the truth, right? "Well it's supposed to keep my neck warm, lest I just get sick even more often, won't I?", he grumbled and seemingly searched for a way for counterattack, it was almost impossible to miss the big scar on Yujins front though and since he asked about scars... "Some. Why?", he wanted to know as he pointed at his arm which had been broken at some point, with the bone sticking out. It had been nasty and well still visible, though it was very much okay looking. "What about this one?", he plain out asked and pointed at Yujins biggest scar that he had noticed before, when Yujin undressed after they crawled back home all wet and cold. As he waited for an answer he slipped into his new pair of pants.

Yujin becoming restless wasn't necessarily something Richard wanted. Maybe he got even more awake and would actually start a pillow fight in the end, which Richard absolutely didn't want to happen. "Maybe we could get some things and arrange a game around them... I don't know. Some easy board game maybe... I also might be able to find some paper and ink.", he suggested and suddenly asked himself why he even did it. Well probably because he was bored to and the only other person here was Yujin, he had to spend time with it, but still his face shifted to a more unapproachable manner right away. "They don't get tangled? How?", Richard asked in disbelieve though Yujins hair were something else weren't they? Well Richard let his fingers run through his own hair, only to get stuck midway through and pulling on them to force the knots to open up, or rather to break some of his hair. Apparently they had tangled to a big knot on the side of his head where he had slept on, not that bad but annoying. He didn't pick Yujin up on his offer, though he also didn't deny it right away.

"It's alright... I started talking about him...", Richard grumbled when Yujin apologized. He really didn't want to think too much about Dayan, in the end everytime he thought about him he only saw his last moments, none of any other memories, nothing at all. A big part of him was missing, had been ripped out with Dayans death and it was hard. Without him he didn't really know what to do and who to be. "Built like...?", Richard asked being surprised and comfortably so, since he could think of something else. He wasn't sure what exactly Yujin meant, if he meant that he didn't need to fear cold air touching his neck, or if he meant actually his body. Since Richard wasn't sure he quickly grabbed the new shirt and put it on to hide said body, just in case. He pulled it down and for now cralwed back into bed and under his blanket. "Do you... need help getting into Adrestian clothes?", Richard carefully asked since Yujin was still not fully dressed, but that also meant he was able to look at the big scar once more. "That's all? You can't remember weeks? What caused it then? A blade, an animal,...? Where were you found?", Richard asked feeling like he had just found a mystery he needed to solve somehow. He wasn't sure why and actually this was none of his business but the explanation was not satisfying at all.

"I thought you said he wasn't here.", Richard replied, but maybe Yujin just meant not in the main room, Nayantai could still be in his own bedroom, sleeping, or doing something else. Well though probably sleeping, what would he do there, since as Richard had pointed out, they didn't even have books around. Then again Nayantai was pretty crafty, maybe he had gotten some would or was sewing something... well it didn't matter and speculating was pretty useless. "Isn't getting tired again the point?", he asked, but he was in bed again anyway and he didn't fancy the thought of standing up again, actually his heart beat a little bit too fast for just doing some steps and changing clothes. Well as long as it didn't do anything stupid... "Wouldn't taking good care of them include combing them right now?", Richard asked and meanwhile was fidgeting with his own hair, trying to untie them, at least he had something to do, though he lost patience very soon and just started tearing some knots apart with his hair making a not so good sound. Still, he didn't want to look like a scarecrow.

"Who said he only had a Thrian name?", Richard asked and sighed, why was his brother topic now. "I don't want to think about him. In the end his Thrian name is not very foreign sounding so he just got that. Dayan is an easy enough name for Adrestians too and Nayantai wanted to honor his dead brother, if he'd given him another name that would have been for nought.", he quickly explained leaving out the other question. They hadn't been alike but yet they stuck together all the time. Dayan was... had been more outgoing, friendly and energetic than Richard. Maybe a little bit reckless, while Richard was the one not knowing what to do most of the time, so he followed his big brother around and developed as stupid ideas as him over the years. They were constantly competing over something, but everything was in good faith. Dayan however had more freedom than Richard, he didn't need to worry about the crown at some point. "You make it sound like Adrestians can't be strong.", Richard barked suddenly, somehow that made him mad. He was neither Thrian nor Adrestian and yet, if he had to choose one, he'd always gone with Adrestian. Besides there were strong war heros that weren't wolves all over the place, it wasn't like the wolves were the only ones capable to fight and survive, in the end they had been close to losing the war, that said enough. Somehow the talk about his brother, the question about the neckerchief, pointing out he was part Thrian and Yujins own story made Richard antsy. All of a sudden he felt unease swelling up in his chest and his expression darkned. He closed his eyes in an attempt to push all of that back, to contain himself and not be unreasonable. In reality he suddenly just wanted to be somewhere else and he pulled his legs closer to his body as if that was protecting him from something. He wasn't fine, he wasn't fine at all, was he? His fingers stopped fidgeting with his hair and instead fidgetted with themselves. He pressed his hands together unknowingly but tried to seem to at least uphold a normal conversation. "Doesn't... that bother you...? Not knowing anything, being threatend... That you just got lucky and could be dead?"

"I think he's gone then...", Richard mumbled, he didn't feel like talking anymore, or doing anything really. The wrong topic, some misplaced words and his heart started beating in a strange rhythm, while his chest burned and he felt like running away. Why was he this weak and couldn't stop his body from feeling like he was scared, there was no need to be scared, not now, he was safe. Telling himself that didn't change anything though. He faintly listened to Yujin, to his plans for him and his hair, but Richard didn't answer anything. Instead he was once more reminded of Dayan, but it was his own fault for bringing him up. "I... only got my Thrian name... a few weeks ago.", he elaborated. Dayan was just how he had been called and Richard never questioned it, no one did. He was visibly a wolf and Nayantai didn't change his name either. Everyone knew he was his son, so why bother and try to make something of him he was not. Dayan was easy to pronounce, Richard on the other hand probably not and Nayantai just gave him the option of a Thrian name to fit in. Mabe he also could have used his second name, but it didn't matter anyway. "Maybe I don't want to look like a wolf.", he replied, not sure why this was getting to him. He couldn't get Dayan out of his head and he felt like he started to shake any minute now. Why was he so weak? Why couldn't he just shake off what happened to him and move on? Well Yujin accidently delivered an answer to that. His attackers weren't dead, not one of them and the people who paid them weren't either. They probably sat on the throne now, happy about what they've done, about killing his siblings, two of which only children. They spit on the old kings grave and on everything he had tried to achieve and if they knew Richard was still alive, to what length would they go to find him and to kill any chance of an uprising?

"Don't!", he suddenly yelled out and slapped Yujins hand away. Then he quickly crawled back out of his bed again. He felt like he couldn't breath and whatever was happening wasn't meant for Yujins eyes. In a weird way Richard wished Nayantai was here, but he wasn't, no one was. "I need to take a walk.", he announced, already on the way to storm out. He opened the door to his room and left it that way, then he made his way through the hut and to the entrance, which he also swung open. He needed air, fresh air, even if it was cold like hell and managed to hurt him as soon as he was taking in a deep breath. He wore neither shoes nor socks or any form of jacket. He just needed to get out and away from Yujin, away from anyone, especially some stranger that wasn't supposed to see all of his weaknesses. Yujin already knew about his nightmares, saw him cry and he knew that he wasn't even that bad as he wanted to be. He didn't even manage to not have friends and while the murderers of his family relaxed somewhere, he was stuck in a little hut, even unable to continue the training. The training itself was shit too, he couldn't run as far as he used to and he'd never be able to get past Nayantai in his current state. Why was that and what was he going to do now that he stood in the snow, freezing and trying to breath. He felt like throwing up.