03-23-2015, 03:55 AM
Kurako shrugged slightly when Patrin told him he hadn't needed to risk himself. "Poison can't kill me, it can hurt a while, but it always works it's way out of my system." The words were spoken as if such a thing really didn't matter. Maybe it didn't. The darkness that coursed through his veins usually neutralized any poison put in himself, most of his wounds usually healed better than any elf, half elf, or human's should as well. Kurako also contributed that to his curse.
His curse, while it killed the things he cared deeply for, also preserved his life. As if the curse itself was a sentient thing and took too much pleasure in torturing in the half-elf to actually let him die. Kurako had tried to die several times, on purpose. Twice by poison and once with a dagger in his heart. Those three incidents, he contributed to speeding up the corruption's growth within his body. Of course, the darkness inside him would grow and spread anyway, but those dark attempts had sped it up a little bit.
Kurako did not plan on telling anyone about that. Not now, and not ever. When Sirona spoke about the daylight, the half-elf nodded slightly. "Still a couple hours left of sun, yet. We should go as far as we can."
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