Your hero has returned again [PvT - Marci]

"Hmm. You know there are currently even more advanced methods o' such?" He asked with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. But then, the atmosphere changed once more. For the worse. Darker, more remorseful. Say what you will about the big, burly man. He understood people. He knew what made them tick. And such thoughts were too dark to be hidden behind a neutral guise. He tried it before himself. And all that came forth was bitter, resentful anger. The scowl only affirmed this. Her following reply encouraged his thoughts, his sentiment.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, letting out a soft chuckle. "Visiting a friend. Making sure she's alright." And it seemed she was far from alright. There was a thing in the human world, something he always told off as bullshit. But now, it seemed to make sense, sharing sorrows. He took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Maybe it is," he answered again, glancing up to meet her eyes once more. The normal playful, casual and relaxed demeanor had completely disappeared. "The eyes of someone who has their work cut out for them," he shook his head with a soft snort. "But they're also filled with sorrow," a sad smile ensued. "I might be... Ten times younger than you. I don't know. So I'm the last one you want to take advice from. But being unable to let go off things will create more problems," he explained. By any means, he didn't want to offend, infringe or overstep. But it was personal experience. Even after Daisuke died, after he attended the funeral and jarred out his last rites, barely able to speak due to the tears, he was still filled with anger towards the killer.

And that anger didn't fade. It only harmed others. The resentment turned to everyone, living or dead. And each day that passed was more difficult to let it go. The mere thought of how far he had taken things made him nauseous. Sick to his very core, disgusted by himself. He didn't want anyone to suffer the same fate. "I ain't, don' misunderstand, saying you shouldn't grief. Just don't be controlled by it."

But regardless, he shook his head and took a deep breath, pushing himself to his feet again. "I'll leave ya to it," he concluded, moving to retrieve his sword. "Jus', consider my words, Blod. I'd hate to see you endin' up in the same place I was when I became a substitute. 'Cause you're well on yer way towards it." With those last words, he pushed the door open, before glancing one final time at her. "Take care," his words sincere, serious. "Please do," he said, before moving out. Slowly closing the door behind him.