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[lone_horse]

"No one swears up, or lives in that world, if they have other options," Kiryu says mildly, which is very much an answer. His world is one of people too stubborn to die or be forgotten, who've almost always been warped or pushed by their circumstances to become what they are. Sometimes for good, far too often not.

"And I've found that it takes patience, listening both to what someone says and what they do not say. The strength to challenge their cynicism and to weather the wounds that come from that fight. The willingness to help someone pursue their dreams over anyone else's idea of who and what they should become... including yourself."

He wants a cigarette, suddenly, intensely. But the man had said he was a wolf. He won't be rude. Instead, he sips his tea.

"It's too easy to remember the failures. But there must be some reason people kept asking me to help."

[ukan]

"it isn't hard for me to see why they did, and I barely know you." Kiryu has a magnetism that promises outcomes and safety. Another reason he's glad Pagan is drawn to him; Kiryu gets things done but clearly still manages to respect people.

"What do you suppose you might become here, without the threats of home?"

[lone_horse]

He looks over at Lark, and it's clear he's thinking about the question, the purpose behind it, whether there's a 'right' answer. And just as clearly, he has no intention of really giving such a thing. He'll give his answer, honest and earnest. And deal with the consequences.

Perhaps dealing with him is a little overly intense at times, the way he takes every question seriously. But he feels like people are too easily flippant, that it's so easy to cause hurt or pain when different things are important, sometimes deeply important, to different people. He'd rather take someone too seriously than the alternative.

"I don't know. Though, I'm sure there are threats enough here. Just different ones."

He looks over at Lark.

"What have you become here? How has this place shaped you?"