08-14-2014, 07:45 PM
Kurako was frowning slightly, lifting a hand to rest it over his own heart for a few moments. "A person's heart?" The other had mentioned that before hadn't he? It was only now Kurako put any thought into that idea. "What a horrible thing for this place to be connected to. Hearts are fickle things, always wavering, always uncertain, always cowardly." What he really meant by that, was that his heart was a horrible thing for this place to be connected to. His heart full of guilt, grief, sorrow, loneliness, and all the negative feelings that came with knowing anything you did love would just crumble to ash in your fingertips.
Kurako stopped when the man before him stopped, and he had shrugged. "There isn't anything to go back too anyway, and as for moving forward, there's nothing to reach for either." At one time there had been hope, and it had driven him forward. That was gone, long gone, now he wanted to escape, any kind of escape from himself. It was why he had taken much more dangerous jobs as of late, high risk low reward jobs, and yet somehow he still managed to not get himself caught or killed. Death, as far as Kurako could see was his only escape, yet he was too much of a coward to raise a blade to his own flesh. Let someone else do it.
He had looked down, but his head snapped up when the other said that the only one keeping him prisoner was probably himself. Kurako didn't say anything, he just wanted to run, to escape this place now and this man that said such things to him. The half-elf simply followed the other into the temple, a part of his mind wondering if there were things to steal and what kind of punishment he might incur for thieving. Would they take a hand, or perhaps his life?
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