Snippet #2472848

After he had finished helping Serra pack up, Lucas had walked over and sat by Noir's feet, knowing he wouldn't be stepped on by the creature. It's a wonder nobody has realized your odd person-like behavior... He thinks as he looks up at his steed with worried eyes, and, looking down at him, Noir knickers as if to understand even his thoughts, though he knows that to be of the furthest stretch. Why can Noir understand me, but Hope can't? They're both animals, creatures alone... but one understands and can reply while the other is lost in whatever world she sees and lives in, unable to communicate with us. He pauses in his thoughts again to glance over at Hope, then the ground once again. Can they communicate with each other in their own, animal-tongue? Is that how that works?

Lucas ponders this thought for only a moment longer before glancing around the clearing at the dead and his own, odd group. This is all we have, but this is so much more than either I or Jarus could ever have hoped for. They support us... for whatever reason. Neither of them have lived through what we have lived through or understand us by our experiences or through blood as they are not Hellborns, yet... they stand by us. At least, that is what it seems for the moment. His eyes darken coldly at his final thought as he tightens his hand on the hilt of his flambard sword, standing in order to contain his anger. Although there is nothing he can do to defend his friend within unconsciousness, he still feels as if there must be something he can do for him. Ignoring the two new members entirely, he paces over to Hope and gently touches her beak as if trying to understand her and what she thinks. "Maybe you just have a bird brain in there." He mocks under his breath in a light mutter, jumping as Jarus jolts upward from his unconscious battle.

"Jarus..." Lucas whispers with wide eyes, springing to his side in the second. However, he quickly notes his voice had gone unheard as he intently watches his friend's actions with concern. "Jarus, please hear me..." He gently forces out, the look of worry spreading across his face before he can detain it. His heavy, nearly-distorted breathing, the tears running down his face... they shock Lucas entirely, making him unsure of how to help or what had happened during his comatose state. "You're not alone... we're here." He, more firmly now, whispers. "We're not leaving you."