Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-36459171-20191206011638/@comment-36459171-20191210004234

Genji hurriedly sat himself down with a painful wince, summoning his Stand to his side once more. Stuffing his scarf into his mouth, he bit down as Dragon's Breath removed the hatchet that was buried into his shoulder, a muffled grunt coming from within his throat. The primitive weapon clattered to the ground, his blood seeping into his shirt. He threw it off and tore it into strips, his stand beginning to wrap it around his chest and over his wounded shoulder. It would do for now. He glanced over towards Eury who seemed to be throwing the biggest fit he had ever seen her throw before, wanting to reassure her, but thought she might want her space, not to mention Kars would be breathing down his neck. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he let out a sigh, leaning against a tree for support. Such an extensive use of Dragon's Breath for combat purposes had left him drained, as well as the wound, feeling like he would pass out any second. He glanced up towards Esidisi as the man approached him, feeling his thumb paint something beneath his eye. He couldn't even find the words to say something, he merely gave a nod and sat down near the bottom of the tree, the thick branches and leaves casting a shadow over his pale form and rested.

Kars sat and listened as Eury began in a fit of rage, knowing better than to interrupt her and just let it happen. But never had he seen her this angry, this irritated at something, and knew that this was a result of restrained emotions, nothing of which he himself would experience, or rather, as severely. He couldn't put himself in her shoes, unknowing of why an injury could cause such a reaction out of her, but thought against it to ask. His ruby gaze locked with hers, seeing her thoughts surface to her head like a leaf in a river. With his usual calm expression and voice, he replied matter of factly, "There are the strong and there are the weak." He began, "Your physical limitations do not make you weak. You have power, therefore you are strong." He spoke confidently. After all, that was the basis of his philosophy.

"Old Woman is weak. She does nothing but talk, but does she ever do what she says she will? She is a bag of bones. Anyone could overpower her, but none chose too. What does that say about her? It's not that she's intimidating, it's that the people respect tradition over anything else. Without her role, she would be nothing, so do not take her word for anything." He said sternly, as if Eury understood this by now.