Aleph Banton
He was... well, no, he couldn't.... it was just like a daze, though he was aware of where he was. He was in some sort of daze-like feeling, at least. Most of the stuff anyone said was ignored. He did enjoy the feeling of comfort as Faith hugged him tight, a feeling he didn't remember feeling. Was it content? No, he still felt worthless. More than before, but he had at least come to act more grown-up about it. He wouldn't drink himself silly anymore, and he wouldn't complain about it if he could help it. He stood up when he was free of Faith's grasp.
Thinking about what Faith said, he stood still. She was a homosapien, not a homoneco. She had lied about that for so long, hid it from his knowledge. How would that change things? As long and hard as he put his mind to it, he couldn't think of anyway that it would. There was no reason for it to change anything that wasn't already changed. Aleph had fought many Necos over the years, but he couldn't recall killing any humans (that he knew of), so in all honesty, he didn't give two shits that she was a Sapien. She was still Faith. And if he had thought bad about her making a horrible name for herself, then he'd be a hypocrite. Raze was given to him because of the horrible things he did. He could never really live those down, and that wasn't including what he did to his father and brother. He had no right to judge her.
He wanted to make things clear with Faith. She deserved to know what he felt.
"Faith." he said, motioning her over to follow him just a bit away. Oreron could probably still hear their normal voices, but he just wanted to get some space for them. He had no intention of hiding anything from either of them anymore. "The fact that you are a homosapien means nothing to me. I have killed many people, of my race and maybe yours, for all I know. To hate one more than the other makes no sense to me. It would be akin to hating a toddler because he isn't as strong as a teen." he tried comparing. In his drunkish mind, that was the best he could do. But at least it kinda made sense. "And what you said you have become? I..." he paused for a moment, thinking of what might have happened to her. What he failed to prevent, and what he had feared all these drunken days. "...I'm sorry. But I don't think any less of you because of it. I couldn't think any less of you because of it. I was worse. I've killed so many people, some who didn't deserve their shortened lives. Some who might've had families, or who wanted to avoid the war. Yet I, willingly, joined it, and I don't remember why. Maybe as a way out, or maybe just because. But still, I did things I regretted."
And this was the part he had to say, not so much for Faith as it was for Philip, or rather, Oreron.
"I even became infamous due to some of my deeds in the war. 'Raze' is the name I was known by back then. I, along with a savage Neco," he glanced at Phillip. "...and a few others, made names for ourselves in that war, but Oreron would probably agree that they were anything but respectable." he wanted it to be clearly understood that Aleph knew who he was, and he wanted it to be clear who Aleph really was, just in case. Aleph had, in fact known for a while, but more than Oreron, Aleph wanted to hide his past. Now that he was growing up, he ought to at least let things be known.
After all, they were in the same clan at one point. Well, Aleph didn't stay for long. He had left long before Oreron tried, so he had never gotten involved with 'The Beast' before their meeting a few years back. Still, infamy like theirs, one should be careful. There were others. Many others. But most died. Some had just believed that a title made you invincible. A few of them actually died to Aleph's blade, foolishly challenging him without even considering strategy or preparation. While not easy battles, they did go in Raze's favor.
But those tales are unimportant. Just deaths.
"Faith...." he said, softly. This is what he had to say, finally. It was the one thing he needed to say. "Asking me to stay with you makes me so happy I could cry. Hearing that you want to stay with me... I don't think I've ever wanted to hear something repeated. If you wish, you can take that as my confession. I... love you. However... I need to know something, so please, tell me: Knowing all of this. All of the lives I have probably taken, both Neco and Sapien, of the tragedies I have caused, would you still accept and forgive me?"
What was in his voice? Expectation, anticipation, and nervousness? Yes, that had to be it. He waited for her answer, doing his best (and succeeding) at keeping himself from trembling. His legs felt weak and his heart was about to explode from the tension. Even still, he had decided that he wouldn't be a kid anymore. Either he was accepted or he was denied. He would simply walk away quietly and without fuss if he was denied, and he honestly wasn't even sure how to react if he was accepted. He didn't think he would be after saying all of that. He confessed his sins and his feelings to the best of his (current) ability. Whatever came next came next, so he would have to just accept things and move on, or continue on, but knowing this, the beating in his chest did not even begin to cease in the slightest.
(I hope it's alright to say he was in the same clan ><)