[There is a reference he barely grasps, a girl speaking of a shrine and a child long dead. Wonderful. Let him ignore it; he has patience enough to do so. His mind threatens to break into a headache, and the murmurs within him only grow to swell, but provocation is the last thing he needs.
Nigredo only sighs, like a tired parent.]
It's an explanation. For knowing one of your names.
no subject
Nigredo only sighs, like a tired parent.]
It's an explanation. For knowing one of your names.
[That is all.]
I know I don't owe anything to you.