[As he backs away he gives him a curious look, unsure as to what exactly he was up to. Surely he'd faltered a bit himself, but he had done his best to not show that the pain was still there from time to time. It was something he'd rather not think of, not really acknowledge unless it was an absolutely crucial thing.
He lets him speak his peace, even if he seems more than a little conflicted about the whole thing. He knows that power can be corrupt, that was another thing he'd been taught, but to believe that all of them were? There was no need for him to be and if they were bringing people back to the living world, then they could not be all bad, right? Those in power were not always corrupt and bad people, particularly if they were trying to keep the people alive by whatever means necessary.]
Then do not allow yourself to, but know that your opposition will be strong and will cast you into the barren wasteland if you fail. Zabuza-san tried once, himself, but was run out of the place he was trying to break the government down of.
As for my views, what other reason do I have to live? I thought I had already used my usefulness to the maximum amount allowable, having died to protect the one closet to me. And yet here I am, breathing and speaking as if nothing had happened. Believe me when I say one needs a purpose and this seems as much of one as I can hope to get in this place. Whether it means protecting others or being used sexually as a plaything it does not matter as long as the purpose is there.
[He goes quiet after his words, looking down at the ground himself. It doesn't last long, unfortunately, as he cringes again, hand quickly moving to the spot over his heart. Teeth latch onto his lower lip, shivering a bit as he lets it pass over him again. They were getting more frequent, apparently their revival technique wasn't as perfect as they thought it was.]
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He lets him speak his peace, even if he seems more than a little conflicted about the whole thing. He knows that power can be corrupt, that was another thing he'd been taught, but to believe that all of them were? There was no need for him to be and if they were bringing people back to the living world, then they could not be all bad, right? Those in power were not always corrupt and bad people, particularly if they were trying to keep the people alive by whatever means necessary.]
Then do not allow yourself to, but know that your opposition will be strong and will cast you into the barren wasteland if you fail. Zabuza-san tried once, himself, but was run out of the place he was trying to break the government down of.
As for my views, what other reason do I have to live? I thought I had already used my usefulness to the maximum amount allowable, having died to protect the one closet to me. And yet here I am, breathing and speaking as if nothing had happened. Believe me when I say one needs a purpose and this seems as much of one as I can hope to get in this place. Whether it means protecting others or being used sexually as a plaything it does not matter as long as the purpose is there.
[He goes quiet after his words, looking down at the ground himself. It doesn't last long, unfortunately, as he cringes again, hand quickly moving to the spot over his heart. Teeth latch onto his lower lip, shivering a bit as he lets it pass over him again. They were getting more frequent, apparently their revival technique wasn't as perfect as they thought it was.]