Private Trying to Move On

Gelk was honestly a little surprised at Haru’s generosity. Haru barely knew Gelk, and what they did likely came from stories, yet they were willing to give him a new place to live? Gelk couldn’t properly understand what Haru was hoping to get out of doing this. “No....questions.....am...grateful...” Gelk’s harsh and echoey voice couldn’t properly display gratitude but Gelk sincerely was very thankful for what Haru was doing for him.

What history had painted Gelk.....for some reason this made them think abut the past. Not their past actions, but the very beginning of Gelk. When the armored titan first awoke Khalida was looking over him, and told him that he was her warrior, her weapon, the enforcer of her will. But Gelk knew that there had been....something before that.

He remembered flashes, albeit brief, of him having flesh and the clashing of steel and spilling of blood. They knew it likely meant they were formley Prax, but why couldn’t they remember any of it? They never thought to ask Khalida as they were always busy with her work, but now with all the time Gelk had on his hands....he could only wonder.

Snapping out of their trance Gelk lumbered over to follow Haru. As they walked out Gelk turned to look at the Prax assistant. It was an odd look of curiosity towards them.

How were the people being? Well most of them were fine he supposed, except for a few. “Most....fine....Malara....didn’t want...” Gelk vividly remembered that one time in the community center however. He had pledged his allegiance and servitude to the goddess Malara and in response she denied him. It confused him, why would she not want his eternal servitude?