闘争家

harper.⠀ hey all Life is moving quickly. I'm finding it hard to get myself here to do anything meaningful lately. Motivation is focused elsewhere, and with the coming move, I'm gonna be even more up in the air until my life is settled.

harper.⠀ ive fallen in love with one piece in all media I fear

" afraid there isn't much you could do. " guts takes a glance, only needing to ensure /he/ can set a line in the sand for himself. " if things begin to get a bit dire though, make sure you find some kind of safety, if i can ask anything of you. "

#BERSERK #ベルセルク

-- but her assurance helps him raise his head still, as always, the struggling. " let's hope for an easier night. "

maybe the worry is less for her and more for himself. all the same - his rage that he's tried so hard to bury always runs risk of running rampant. whether she fears death or not. " i'm afraid without the proper help - only the armor will be left. "

" the beginnings of it. " he's thankful she hasn't seen anything beyond it. pulling him from the suits grasp is no easy task - and usually requires help. " if i'm not careful on our journey, you may see what happens. but my goal is to /avoid/ that by all means. "

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" i'm no lord, please. " he's sidetracked for a moment at the title - felt unfitting for himself. he prefers his name, all the more. " the armor sort of takes over - if the user succumbs to rage. to it's /will/. it feeds off of the host. almost like a parasite. "

" it's been some time. " he isn't so sure how to explain the change. it's as lost to him as the hundreds of scars that paint his body, but the event itself, he can recall perfectly. guts struggles as he tries to find the words to explain. " this armor i carry isn't /normal/. "

a mercy for them, he's sure. not in the least undeserved either. the touch is hardly felt through his armor - but the pressure pulls his eye toward her. a nod in understanding. " it'll be a while before we make a stop - and we'll be sure to feel the place out first. "

" . . . " there's a twinge of guilt in his features. regretting his suggestion in the first place. the people of his world more often than not were hard to discern from the demons he slay. no surprise there. " i'm sorry. "

the smallest hint of a chuckle escapes him under his breath. " this walk is going to be long. and i've been told i'm not much a talker. " his body practically disappears beneath the long black cape, armor hulking the shoulders. " so, what did they tell you? "

" feel free to talk about it. your home. " guts gestures toward the open dirt road ahead. maybe hoping the ear will help ease the disappointment a bit. " would be nice to hear about some life that may be less... bleak. "

" afraid i can't. " guts stands to, towering over the woman with his garb tossed over his shoulder. " still wanting to tag along? it won't be an easy journey. "

" nice to see you too. though - disappointed you didn't find your way home. "