Yuki smirked. "Your face says otherwise. And who's to know the mind of a Fey or a Dragon? Or even, say, a Wyrm?" He tilted his head to the side. "Perhaps sometime I should allow you to know how I came to be called another name for dragon, be it ancient, undead, or otherwise. Or perhaps not." He sighed, then shook his head, then turned to Amaya and began fussing with her clothes, making sure they were straightened out. "As for what you describe.... I follow the sevens. Seven Sins, Seven Virtues, Seven Points of the Chakra, Seven Elements.....Though, to be fair, the definitions of the Seven Sins that I follow are not the same as the traditional paths. Miss Bear and I also share the same view on Balance: for every good, there is an equal and opposite amount of evil, and vice-versa. Your bad will have been the fuel for somebody else's good, or for several people's. Equivalency does not always mean one single action must have only one single action in response. It's not a thing to make you feel better, just... something to accept."
Yuki waved a hand when he stood back up, slipping a certain brown leather notebook into Amaya's backpack he'd picked up off the ground. "They say that Fate does not allow us to actually see the future. It only shows us what we need to see in order for the true future to come to pass. Thus, the bad from centuries ago might equate to the good of today. Spirits and magic know no bounds until they are restrained by mortal means attempting to harness or understand things we are not meant to understand." He smiled, handed Amaya another can of soda, and then squirreled the other ten away between his own pockets and her backpack, which he put on his own shoulder as he lifted up the one who was too inebriated to stand up on her own.
"Before I go.... perhaps, sometime, I can interest you in a certain special type of training. One of my abilities goes by the name 'Deprivation', a dangerous ability, to be certain, but deadly in anybody's hands. The term 'double-edged sword' is perhaps the only way to describe it, if described it must be. I can almost certainly assure you, fighting under the magic of Deprivation is unlike anything you've ever experienced before." He turned and started walking away, but then stopped. "Oh, before I forget. If you tell anybody, rest assured, she will most certainly mean to inflict harm upon you, but October is her middle name. Amaya is her first. She could be anywhere from twenty to fifty years old- as an amnesiac, we've no way of knowing for certain. Tah."
Yuki waved a hand when he stood back up, slipping a certain brown leather notebook into Amaya's backpack he'd picked up off the ground. "They say that Fate does not allow us to actually see the future. It only shows us what we need to see in order for the true future to come to pass. Thus, the bad from centuries ago might equate to the good of today. Spirits and magic know no bounds until they are restrained by mortal means attempting to harness or understand things we are not meant to understand." He smiled, handed Amaya another can of soda, and then squirreled the other ten away between his own pockets and her backpack, which he put on his own shoulder as he lifted up the one who was too inebriated to stand up on her own.
"Before I go.... perhaps, sometime, I can interest you in a certain special type of training. One of my abilities goes by the name 'Deprivation', a dangerous ability, to be certain, but deadly in anybody's hands. The term 'double-edged sword' is perhaps the only way to describe it, if described it must be. I can almost certainly assure you, fighting under the magic of Deprivation is unlike anything you've ever experienced before." He turned and started walking away, but then stopped. "Oh, before I forget. If you tell anybody, rest assured, she will most certainly mean to inflict harm upon you, but October is her middle name. Amaya is her first. She could be anywhere from twenty to fifty years old- as an amnesiac, we've no way of knowing for certain. Tah."
