{ there’s a hesitance when he gets up, but it’s subtle. the shrines could belong to someone, and he could be disrespecting it. then he thinks upon the way it failed him when he most needed his own beliefs to protect him. somehow his faith holds in some aspects even after turning. it’s complex, and more done to reassure he’s failed people he was suppose to protect. louis has played the part, and now he’s been condemned. his steps are quiet, nearly undetectable in their nature as they walk.
he notes the young woman — a girl, to him. if anything, he doesn’t want anyone to hurt if it’ll be his fault. he slows down when the shrine can be seen in closer distance. they have started to bleed as of late. he isn’t sure what to make of them. }
Look. Miss…? I’m not sure what I’m doing. It’s your call. You seem capable, however this might go badly.
{ it’s then that he realizes he’s been ignoring the lightheadedness. it’s a nuisance, mostly. }
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he notes the young woman — a girl, to him. if anything, he doesn’t want anyone to hurt if it’ll be his fault. he slows down when the shrine can be seen in closer distance. they have started to bleed as of late. he isn’t sure what to make of them. }
Look. Miss…? I’m not sure what I’m doing. It’s your call. You seem capable, however this might go badly.
{ it’s then that he realizes he’s been ignoring the lightheadedness. it’s a nuisance, mostly. }