[Oboro's lips pressed into a thin line as he connected his network conversation with Josh's explanation. When everything fell into place, he balled his hands into fists. He hadn't wanted Josh to see that.
He needed to be more careful.
With that resolution Oboro released a stale breath, his back straightening as he exhaled.
He'd done what he'd done - and what he'd done was far worse than what Josh knew, what Josh would ever know - without care for consequence. And yet, as tight-lipped as he was about his choice, he didn't regret it.
Or maybe he just couldn't afford to let himself regret it. The conflict, a familiar pit in his gut, showed on his face. He wanted to stay, he didn't hate it here, he needed to be here. To be damned. The man's words weren't as comforting as they'd been intended.] Do you say that...as a human? Or as a messenger of the heavens?
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He needed to be more careful.
With that resolution Oboro released a stale breath, his back straightening as he exhaled.
He'd done what he'd done - and what he'd done was far worse than what Josh knew, what Josh would ever know - without care for consequence. And yet, as tight-lipped as he was about his choice, he didn't regret it.
Or maybe he just couldn't afford to let himself regret it. The conflict, a familiar pit in his gut, showed on his face. He wanted to stay, he didn't hate it here, he needed to be here. To be damned. The man's words weren't as comforting as they'd been intended.] Do you say that...as a human? Or as a messenger of the heavens?