[For the barest instant, Kevin actually looks as vulnerable as he feels. Of course he's lonely. He's been lonely since he left the Sinclair estate, and now he doesn't even have the White Knight growling around beneath his heart to keep him company. He has no way of finding out if his wish was actually granted, no one here who's even heard of the places he knows. He's completely isolated, and because taking that Contract had meant throwing away everything that was once good about him, he's now too warped to have the faintest idea of how to reach out.
But at the same time, the things and people he's lonely for are completely out of reach, and the idea of moving on when he's worked so hard to fix it seems like a betrayal. How can he stand here and talk about friendship with a stranger when his head is full of corpses and a little girl begging him not to leave her?]
-- it's a bad idea.
[The temperature of the air around him drops noticeably, and his shadows start to leak out from beneath his cloak. The swordsman is, literally, carrying a cold patch of darkness around with him.]
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But at the same time, the things and people he's lonely for are completely out of reach, and the idea of moving on when he's worked so hard to fix it seems like a betrayal. How can he stand here and talk about friendship with a stranger when his head is full of corpses and a little girl begging him not to leave her?]
-- it's a bad idea.
[The temperature of the air around him drops noticeably, and his shadows start to leak out from beneath his cloak. The swordsman is, literally, carrying a cold patch of darkness around with him.]