Yes. [Without thinking his left arm moves to settle upon his right forearm, squeezing lightly, knowing by heart the shape of the mark that lie underneath his clothing, which reached up his arm and encircled around his chest. "Troublesome" isn't really the way he would put it, but Ashitaka wasn't naturally the type of person to rail against the misfortunes in his life. They happened, and so now they were a part of him. If he had stopped to curse his own fate, he most likely would have slowed so much in his quest that the one pursuing his life very well might have claimed him.
Yakul remains still as she reaches out to him, apparently trusting her enough to do so. His head is soft and warm, and his liquid black eyes close at the affectionate touch.
(Annoying... that's almost sweet, Mordred.)
Regardless, Ashitaka remains silent for a moment longer, once again giving the impression that he's carefully picking and choosing what to say.] Upon my recruitment, COST gave me what I needed to avoid the curse killing me. Had they not intervened, I would have been dead long ago.
But...
[The caveat hangs heavy in the air for a moment.]
Should it take control of me, it is not myself who I fear for. [Behind his eyes he remembers his time with Kebechet, the stark moment when the curse (which had been, until that point, suppressed by the Regency's nullifying powers) had activated and attacked, assaulted and overwhelmed him. He presses his eyes closed, trying to dispel the memory.] It wishes for violence and little else, and for this, I am its instrument. Do you understand?
[What remains of Nago, impressed into his body, seems to be able to adjust. Without the ability to kill him outright, in revenge, why not use him as a host to continue to lash out, as it did in life?]
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Yakul remains still as she reaches out to him, apparently trusting her enough to do so. His head is soft and warm, and his liquid black eyes close at the affectionate touch.
(Annoying... that's almost sweet, Mordred.)
Regardless, Ashitaka remains silent for a moment longer, once again giving the impression that he's carefully picking and choosing what to say.] Upon my recruitment, COST gave me what I needed to avoid the curse killing me. Had they not intervened, I would have been dead long ago.
But...
[The caveat hangs heavy in the air for a moment.]
Should it take control of me, it is not myself who I fear for. [Behind his eyes he remembers his time with Kebechet, the stark moment when the curse (which had been, until that point, suppressed by the Regency's nullifying powers) had activated and attacked, assaulted and overwhelmed him. He presses his eyes closed, trying to dispel the memory.] It wishes for violence and little else, and for this, I am its instrument. Do you understand?
[What remains of Nago, impressed into his body, seems to be able to adjust. Without the ability to kill him outright, in revenge, why not use him as a host to continue to lash out, as it did in life?]