Something like adrenaline had begun to course through his veins. The pain was difficult for him to bear. Though he'd known this day would come, he had never anticipated just how it was going to affect him. Still he quivered where he stood, feeling like he had no control of anything, especially his own emotions. It was strange to him that this male would continue to stand here, as though he actually cared about him, despite not knowing him at all.
'I'm sorry,' he'd say, and he shook his head slowly, his eyes still alight with something like rage though his voice was calmer now. "Isn't your fault," he muttered sourly. He claimed to understand loss, but how could he? Was there any greater loss in the world?
He continued on, his words soothing as though he wanted to try to ease some of Steel's pain. And yet how could he? For a long moment he was silent, considering those words. Perhaps when he was more calm -- in a day, or in a week -- they might seem logical. But now they felt like a sharp knife to his chest, and each word only twisted the knife further. "There are no gods," he'd reply calmly, his brows furrowing in slight frustration. His father had taught him that. All that existed was the here and the now. His parents no longer existed now, in any sort of world. "And no. I left them in their den." Staying would've hurt far too much; and he didn't even know burying the dead was a tradition at all. Truthfully, he'd never really considered it much at all. His red gaze had softened slightly, but he'd still stare unsurely at the boy before him. "I'm Steel," he'd say after a moment, wondering if the other might introduce himself in turn.
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