[ asura does not possess gilia's sense of propriety, though it is not lost on him that misunderstandings could certainly come from being found in her bed, his hand clutched in her own. however, he does not begin to care enough to disengage. anyone who might speak poorly of her for it would soon find themselves without tongues.
she certainly has a way about her, he can't help but think as he grips her hand in return. there's an irrepressible nature about her, one who sees solutions where others might only see walls. asura finds himself startled again as she so seamlessly shifts to guiding him through that which he does not know how to speak. her method sounds like an effective one, but he barely has time to nod in acquiesce when her first question once more knocks the air out of his lungs.
has he felt on balance even once since she started speaking? it is not a condemnation, just the opposite.
the question itself makes him laugh. did they hurt you? it's a disjointed, rasping noise, laughter that is torn from his lungs on meat hooks, bloody. asura has always been a wounded creature, tormented and reviled, but taishakuten hurt him in ways he hadn't known possible. ]
He killed me, [ comes the reply, more than a nod yet somehow still very little information. asura pauses a moment to think, to try to put his heartbreak and fury into words. ]
Worse, [ he adds, voice rough with grief, ] he killed the person he used to be.
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she certainly has a way about her, he can't help but think as he grips her hand in return. there's an irrepressible nature about her, one who sees solutions where others might only see walls. asura finds himself startled again as she so seamlessly shifts to guiding him through that which he does not know how to speak. her method sounds like an effective one, but he barely has time to nod in acquiesce when her first question once more knocks the air out of his lungs.
has he felt on balance even once since she started speaking? it is not a condemnation, just the opposite.
the question itself makes him laugh. did they hurt you? it's a disjointed, rasping noise, laughter that is torn from his lungs on meat hooks, bloody. asura has always been a wounded creature, tormented and reviled, but taishakuten hurt him in ways he hadn't known possible. ]
He killed me, [ comes the reply, more than a nod yet somehow still very little information. asura pauses a moment to think, to try to put his heartbreak and fury into words. ]
Worse, [ he adds, voice rough with grief, ] he killed the person he used to be.