Raiyari laughed, a dry sound full of remembered bitterness and spite. "Courage... It's an idea I've learned long ago that cannot be depended on. You mistake me for someone else, Ronin. I am not courageous, nor strong. I do what needs to be done, what is required of me." But beneath all the anger that had risen to the surface, beneath all the conflicting emotions, Rai was still so very curious. She wanted to know how these people lived so... freely. Not caring to shield their emotions. Not caring who saw them for what they truly were. "Courage is being yourself. How do you do this, Ronin? How is it you can fight with the single-minded purpose of any warrior, yet still be yourself?" Then he went and asked about her family. Her curious expression hardened, but not against him. Family... that was one thing that Rai had had to do without for a long time now. Something that she genuinely didn't care for. Family was a concept for the stupid and the lovesick. It wouldn't see you through anything, despite what people claimed. Why trust something that was only liable to leave you broken in the road? "My mother died when I was nine. I- I don't remember much of that. Father turned alcoholic to ease the pain. He beat me when I was little, just because he was drunk and he could. He used to be an honorable man, but now I wouldn't be surprised if he was being arrested by my Order for some violation of the law. My brother..." Her voice stopped working for a few seconds, filled with sadness and fury. "I loved my brother. He was everything I epitomized. I wanted to join the Shinya because of him, because of ideals that he used to hold in such high regard. He was everything to me. And them my mother died... and he became someone else. Yukio hated the Shinya for not saving her, he even hated Zintila- the Goddess of Lhavit- herself! As I grew older, and my drunken father had a hard time catching me, let alone beating me; my brother took his place. He had no qualms about beating an Acolyte to the Shinya, in fact: He enjoyed it. My brother who I..." She couldn't go on. Rai simply didn't have it in her. It was one thing to tell this almost-stranger of her emotions, but her history? To someone who never spoke of these things, that was as far as she could go. But what she had told was the gist of it, there really wasn't anything else worth mentioning. Eyes downcast, the warrior-in-training shook her head, covering her eyes with her good arm. She couldn't feel any tears yet, but one could never be too careful. The feeling of his hand on her shoulder comforted her somewhat. Just that light touch, so foreign, eased her pain the tiniest fraction. Her burden was lifted slightly by the fact she had someone to share it with. |