Quelt's words did not ease Allen's heart. No, it only made him hurt worse, doubt his faith, and doubt those so called gods that watched over them. Even when his dark orbs would open, meeting Quelt's own, the man could not fully find comfort in those words. "You say the hope is to come out stronger... yet some of us get nothing but the shit, tossed about like a plaything of these so called gods. Hajime did not a thing wrong... yet he was punished and hurt over and over until he was bitterly broken. Are gods not meant to have some sort of mercy? Some sort of care for their subjects here upon this world?" His words remained quiet. He would shake his head.
"...and even as I am here I still let down others. I am here for you all, the children, those who need their loved ones. Yet in doing this I continue to fail my own children as well. A son and a daughter, gods know where out in the wilderness." The male would heave a sigh. "Hajime once spoke of the Walker family being cursed... and... I didn't want to believe it... I tried to have hope... to have faith... but now I'm starting to think he is right. Our blood is truly cursed."
