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Onus understood the value of information more than most did. Information and knowledge could be powerful and dangerous tools. The coyote was a creature of logic, of cold hard facts. It was one of the things that separated him from those he hunted. They killed and maimed for the sheer, sick pleasure of it. They did it for themselves, because they wanted to. He did not do it for pleasure, he did it because it was right. Because somebody had to. The scum of this earth greatly outnumbered the good people and somebody needed to even the playing field. Onus did not believe in a god, at least not like some creatures did. Sure, they may have been some powerful entity up there, but it didn't give a crap about what happened on this earth. Someone needed to punish the wicked, so he had volunteered and devoted himself to that cause.
Onus saw the smile that briefly formed on Kaena's face and he was almost tempted to show one of his own, but that did not happen. The vigilante had only ever smiled for one person and it was likely to stay that way. There was a sort of impression he felt when she divulged that she had so much blood running about in the lands. It was a strange thing to fathom for the coyote who had almost always been alone in his life. What could it possibly be like to have so many relatives? To who he was, the prospect seemed almost annoying, but perhaps if things had been different he would not have felt that way. "A large family you have then." He was tempted to fish for more information about the clan, but he didn't. Kaena was no fool and oddly enough, he respected to her too much to treat her like any other person. If he learned something then good, if not, oh well.
Her apology struck him as odd. It was like when the hybrid Vigilante had wished for him to have more to his life then what he had settled for. More than just the life of a vigilante. Before he had come here, no one had ever wished him any sort of well. No one had ever apologized for the fact that he was alone. To find such empathy was strange and new to him. Once again he found himself having a hard time knowing how to react. "It's okay. Better this way for me." Onus wasn't completely alone anymore, but it was not a fact he wished to share with anyone. He refused to put Cwmfen in any risk of retaliation against him. But until now being alone had suited him fine. The coyote could not trust, not completely. Being close only held the potential of hurting him. Like his mother had.
Onus understood the value of information more than most did. Information and knowledge could be powerful and dangerous tools. The coyote was a creature of logic, of cold hard facts. It was one of the things that separated him from those he hunted. They killed and maimed for the sheer, sick pleasure of it. They did it for themselves, because they wanted to. He did not do it for pleasure, he did it because it was right. Because somebody had to. The scum of this earth greatly outnumbered the good people and somebody needed to even the playing field. Onus did not believe in a god, at least not like some creatures did. Sure, they may have been some powerful entity up there, but it didn't give a crap about what happened on this earth. Someone needed to punish the wicked, so he had volunteered and devoted himself to that cause.
Onus saw the smile that briefly formed on Kaena's face and he was almost tempted to show one of his own, but that did not happen. The vigilante had only ever smiled for one person and it was likely to stay that way. There was a sort of impression he felt when she divulged that she had so much blood running about in the lands. It was a strange thing to fathom for the coyote who had almost always been alone in his life. What could it possibly be like to have so many relatives? To who he was, the prospect seemed almost annoying, but perhaps if things had been different he would not have felt that way. "A large family you have then." He was tempted to fish for more information about the clan, but he didn't. Kaena was no fool and oddly enough, he respected to her too much to treat her like any other person. If he learned something then good, if not, oh well.
Her apology struck him as odd. It was like when the hybrid Vigilante had wished for him to have more to his life then what he had settled for. More than just the life of a vigilante. Before he had come here, no one had ever wished him any sort of well. No one had ever apologized for the fact that he was alone. To find such empathy was strange and new to him. Once again he found himself having a hard time knowing how to react. "It's okay. Better this way for me." Onus wasn't completely alone anymore, but it was not a fact he wished to share with anyone. He refused to put Cwmfen in any risk of retaliation against him. But until now being alone had suited him fine. The coyote could not trust, not completely. Being close only held the potential of hurting him. Like his mother had.