11-11-2008, 06:08 AM
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Fine, thanks, and don't die. All of those sentiments were too familiar. It was all anyone had to say to him anymore, and he had only one response for all of them. Laruku dipped his head slightly, almost as if nodding, and turned slightly before continuing on his aimless way. He had nothing more to say if there were no other questions. Vaguely, he wondered why everyone was so keen on keeping and wishing him alive; no one had anything to gain from his presence anymore. He was helping no one, hurting no one, and was more a ghost than anything else. It was only for their own peace of mind, he supposed. Otherwise, he'd just be another name to the wind in the past, someone to be forgotten quickly. He would die someday. Whether that day was before his fake brother's death didn't really matter to him. He didn't intend to see Maluki again if he could help it. If the other wanted to dig up what he could of his past, that was fine, but Laruku wanted to keep his buried. He had grown old, and he had grown cold.