Seriously?!!!!

There is a moment: where their eyes meet; where Seiji wonders if he's made a mistake. His ears turn gently back when the stranger speaks. A coarse voice. Inelegant. Impolite. A soft sigh leaves Seiji's chest. After a moment of study, he has decided this fellow has nothing of use to him, anyway. He doesn't leave immediately. Stands staring instead, digesting the information. The fire was part of its tasks. Seiji doesn't quite understand what this means. His head tilts as the stranger stamps on the dying embers again, a petulant gesture. He must be young. He reminds Seiji a little of Valkyrie, and though Seiji wishes him no ill, he also has little desire to spend any more time with impetuous children. He feels at least a thousand years old now, alone and far away from his home. He blinks again and gestures at the stranger's burned limb. A sort of, Are you sure? But there is little Seiji can do, anyway. With a last sigh and a kind of shrug, he turns away. He has other things to do. Other places to look. He won't waste his time here.

@Hertz
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