[He looks on as he listens, before letting his head fall to look at the back of his hand, as if he may find a mark there that symbolizes the journey through death's grasp that Diluc has so described. But there's nothing there, it's just the same hand he's always had his entire life.]
...To be honest, I don't even know how I know how to use it.
[His voice quiets, looking at the blanket draped over his body.]
It's always been there, a pull at the soles of my feet no matter where I walk. I've always instinctively known how to use it, even when I was a kid.
[He doesn't mention how much it frightened him at first, until he'd gotten used to it, when the battle lust began to show its head within his mind.]
But there's one last thing I need to ask- you could of ended it all back there, and yet I find myself in your care, under a spell that kept me from trying to escape. Why? I serve no purpose to you, and if anything I stand as a symbol of an organization that has ruined cities in the past. Tell me, why did you help me after defeating me?
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...To be honest, I don't even know how I know how to use it.
[His voice quiets, looking at the blanket draped over his body.]
It's always been there, a pull at the soles of my feet no matter where I walk. I've always instinctively known how to use it, even when I was a kid.
[He doesn't mention how much it frightened him at first, until he'd gotten used to it, when the battle lust began to show its head within his mind.]
But there's one last thing I need to ask- you could of ended it all back there, and yet I find myself in your care, under a spell that kept me from trying to escape. Why? I serve no purpose to you, and if anything I stand as a symbol of an organization that has ruined cities in the past. Tell me, why did you help me after defeating me?