Admittedly, she hadnāt been expecting that her apology would make much a difference. Odin knows she would have reacted with about the same amount of spite if sheād been in his shoes.
āHavenāt you though?ā
A stray thought, one that she hadnāt expected would cross her mind. It catches her off guard, rattles her defenses to a degree in which she almost feelsā¦misplaced. It is a reminder of something she dare not think about, still attempting to come to terms with her new position. She is no longer just some ā wayward adventurer on the loose around Midgard. She plays a bigger piece in the realm of things now.
āItās different. I chose this. He didnāt. Itās different.ā In so, so many ways. For one ā she wasnāt confined here. She was free to move about, to still live within the same realm sheād once left. She was still alive, her heart still beat within her chest. She wasnāt shackled down ā not in the same manner he was, at least. Her life was just no longer her own.
Life after death was never easy, itād seemed.
āOf course.ā Soft acceptance, the least that she can offer as she trails off after him ā the sound of bells chiming through the air as she moves along down the corridor. Itās a soft tinkling sound, not nearly loud enough to call attention to their position ā but sheās wary all the same. She can tell heās just about on edge as she is, and itās a curious stance to take all things considered. He lived here.
What could he possibly be nervous about?
āSo, do adventurers usually manage to make their way down here that often?ā She hadnāt seen any in the time sheād been passing through, and the slums entrance had achieved a thick dusty coat the last time sheād come through. āOr maybe - do some of the Rekenber guards still check in here sometimes?ā
Had it been different, heād feel guilty about his attitude towards her. Kavach only thought about his parentsā memories, and how his mother would tell him that holding grudges was a bad thing, and to let go. Iām sorry, but I canāt afford to keep Ā doing that, he thought, and felt dumb afterwards for mentally speak to himself instead of focusing on the girl.
At least she accepted what she herself put upon herself and thatās the least the gypsy could do for him ā itās not like pity would bring him back to life, no? And to shut her mouth, too. Unknown voices atracted the clones like honey to bees, so might as well humor her so she wouldnāt make so much noise.
āNo. We let them know they are not welcome, so they donāt visit Ā us to play anymore.ā a shrug.Ā āAnd adventurers are not that much of a problem, especially if theyāre Ā by themselves or arenāt well prepared ā good organization can do wonders.ā A sigh followed by a facepalm.Ā āItās the clone. The moment they see you, youāll be dead where you stand. Let me tell you.ā
Part of him wanted to laugh, but his damn humanity was showing again. As mad as he was, he would never wish upon anyone what heās gone through ā As much as he resented adventurers, they still had a family waiting for them.
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