'Flowers...' Damon thought to himself, so he would remember the words. 'Flowers... flowers... flowers...' he keep repeating as he looked at her and the flower. 'Beautiful... fragile... flower... petals.' When he got back the flower, he looked at it for a moment, then up at the horizon. He was once told by Tom that there was something more, over all of this water. He said that they will see it once day. Damon smiled slightly, thinking that he should maybe try to cross all of this water. Maybe there was more of those beautiful this. He thought how beautiful a field of them would be if he could see one.
But then, his thinking was stopped with Aboa's voice. He hated that guy the most. Damon was still quite surprised that Aboa was able to live so long, mainly due to his reckless. At the words outside, he frowned a bit. Of course, he had been told that he wasn't born in the land that most people would call their home, but that doesn't mean that he isn't one of them. However, coming from Aboa, he only excused himself for his actions and shrug it off. Even if he had food for him, he would give none of it. It was his trouble after all. Damon does share his food sometimes, but something made him felt that getting on Aboa's good side was like getting on everyone else's bad side. Besides, he doesn't figure that it would be possible; that kid had only a mind of his own.
For some reasons, everyone seems to suggest that Adley had a new plan of some sorts. Even Kikiro, which Damon considered the most sane in here, thought so. He wouldn't dare to say, but he would like to go beyond that mass of water, exploring what his eyes couldn't see. That kind of thought seems to be against what the Marked ones would like to have, even though it would be better to be independent than being caged and limited like... Damon wondered if there was any being like them. But again, he was lacking words. He would like to be with Adley on her plan, but he couldn't just say it. Besides that point, there was already a public gathering around them, which stressed him a bit, because it might be the sign that there is a guard nearby.
“Thanks you...” He only said to Adley, ignoring the others as he walked away. Of course, he was known to not talk a lot, but his words were carefully chosen. He looked down at the flower. 'petals...flower...fragile...beautiful...' he repeated in his head as he walked down lonely. His mind was somewhere else, seeming to remember of his pass. He almost broke in tears, but he didn't dare to show most of his emotions when he is outside. “Is this... what you wanted from me...?” he muttered to himself, still thinking about his mentor. He remember that day, but something felt wrong. It was all there as vivid as it could get, but it seems to be missing something. He would only walk down the path, thinking about what could have been missing.
But then, his thinking was stopped with Aboa's voice. He hated that guy the most. Damon was still quite surprised that Aboa was able to live so long, mainly due to his reckless. At the words outside, he frowned a bit. Of course, he had been told that he wasn't born in the land that most people would call their home, but that doesn't mean that he isn't one of them. However, coming from Aboa, he only excused himself for his actions and shrug it off. Even if he had food for him, he would give none of it. It was his trouble after all. Damon does share his food sometimes, but something made him felt that getting on Aboa's good side was like getting on everyone else's bad side. Besides, he doesn't figure that it would be possible; that kid had only a mind of his own.
For some reasons, everyone seems to suggest that Adley had a new plan of some sorts. Even Kikiro, which Damon considered the most sane in here, thought so. He wouldn't dare to say, but he would like to go beyond that mass of water, exploring what his eyes couldn't see. That kind of thought seems to be against what the Marked ones would like to have, even though it would be better to be independent than being caged and limited like... Damon wondered if there was any being like them. But again, he was lacking words. He would like to be with Adley on her plan, but he couldn't just say it. Besides that point, there was already a public gathering around them, which stressed him a bit, because it might be the sign that there is a guard nearby.
“Thanks you...” He only said to Adley, ignoring the others as he walked away. Of course, he was known to not talk a lot, but his words were carefully chosen. He looked down at the flower. 'petals...flower...fragile...beautiful...' he repeated in his head as he walked down lonely. His mind was somewhere else, seeming to remember of his pass. He almost broke in tears, but he didn't dare to show most of his emotions when he is outside. “Is this... what you wanted from me...?” he muttered to himself, still thinking about his mentor. He remember that day, but something felt wrong. It was all there as vivid as it could get, but it seems to be missing something. He would only walk down the path, thinking about what could have been missing.