She seemed optimistic, but she knew nothing of this boy. Why was it that she could speak so confidently about him without viable facts to judge him with? He found it strange, and was not blinded by the well-meant compliments rolling on top of heavily accented voice, for yes, that was how he interpreted her words. He knew not if it was the right path to choose, but he had been given a choice and had considered several options. Perhaps he was his mother’s son after all, but he believed that was all there was between him and his estranged mother. Their worlds had separated and were not likely to meet again. Would Halo’s remaining blade aim for his heart if they did?
Her movement could have inspired anger in the younger male as she dropped down on the top of his sleeping area, but he was not a material creature. It was only ridiculous to tie emotion to piles of expendable blankets. If anything, they were a sign of weakness, for a wolf needed no such thing as a blanket and a hollow cave of his own. Instead he listened to her words and wondered about the eyes that held such a familiar red. She spoke of houses, but Itachi was not knowledgeable enough to understand the meaning of it, for he only knew the local ways of things. Her home was not here either. ”Where do you come from?” the young warrior wondered, fishing for information.
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