Nafai's eyes watched carefully, observing the scars that riddled her as well as the black markings that stained her flesh. Some would be turned away at such a sight, since seeing a thing would illicit an empathetic response, maybe even cause a cringe at the horrible truth of it laying before him. Not Nafai, he looked upon her scars with true sympathy, a compassion inside him towards others would never had allowed such fate to befall someone, he'd die rather then allowing it to occur had he the knowledge of it's happening. The same could be said for all forms of violence and evil, it was not his duty to expel or expunge either, but he believed that it was the right thing to do. He did not want to die nor did he have a death wish, but there were things in life once one turned a blind eye to, you would never be able to recover from, no matter how much you tried to atone. Forgiveness by others was one thing, but forgiving yourself a complete other battlefield. Memories often haunted and stayed with one long after the event passed. All it took for evil to prevail was for good men to do nothing.
Though he brought no mention to her scars, he gave her a simple, respectful nod of his head. For some showing such a thing could be an act of faith in another, even if this was not the case, he felt privileged to stand before her allowing no act of cruelty bar them from having a nice, civilized conversation. She had earned his endearing respect, not because she showed him her scars. But because in spite of being subjected to such terrible evil, such cruelty, she endured. She acted in kindness to him when the kindness in lesser people would have bled out long ago, leaving only mistrust and anger, hate and vengeance. He had no doubts those emotions lay within her, but she was strong enough to overcome such things and show him sincere good. It was people like her that made his journey out into the world worthwhile, people like her that proved his theory. That even being enveloped by darkness, light could still find a home in the hearts of any who fought to retain it. Goodness could not be stamped out so easily.
"Ah...I see." He said, no less enthusiastic to learn she wasn't a vampire, but only acting to further embolden his curiosity. 'Liberi Fatali', He whispered under his breath, intent not to forget the words. A child of fate, whose fate had seemed far too dark, darker than anyone deserved. It was fascinating for him to listen to her, he was captivated by the slivers of knowledge she imparted upon him. Upon the mention of a library, den, it mattered not, it had books, which made Nafai even more so animated in his delight. He clasped his hands together and gave her a nod of his head, perhaps an extended stay might be prudent. He quickly rationalized it within his head with little to no support remaining for continuing on his journey, at least for a little while. He relished the opportunity to read books of history. "That is fantastic! Perhaps a room is in order, I would cherish the knowledge I may yet learn from the books there. I admit, I am fond of learning new things, I have a deeply seeded inquisitive nature that forbids me to pass up such a rich opportunity to learn and explore things I do not yet know." He breathed calmly, to steady himself and retain a calm composure, when asked about Elysium, he smiled warmly, the fondness of thoughts of home abated his desire to learn more and replaced it with a charming smile and a sense of comfort and fidelity grew in his demeanor.
"Elysium..." He said, speaking the name of his city with warmth and love. His hand brought up to his chin as he rubbed it in contemplation, looking down to the floor buying him a moment to muse over the thought of explaining it. How any simple explanation could ever do the sight of his white city justice. Words like beautiful and marvelous seemed disingenuous by their lack of adequately describing his home.
"Close your eyes and imagine, a city of what seems at first pure light. Tall buildings stretching into the heavens, gleaming in the warm glow of a setting sun. Made from solid stone, imbued with ancient magic that instills a timeless aura upon them. The tallest buildings sit in the center of the city, whereas progressing to the rim they grow steadily shorter, though no less grand."
He paused, turning to lean his rump against the arm of the chair, looking up to her, to see if she really had closed her eyes. His voice was filled with the same affinity he felt for his city as his silver eyes looked at Lilianna's face, her eyes, her hair, and her smile.
"Sanctuaries...Buildings, rather more like works of art suspended in the air rotate around the center of the city above the lower roofed buildings at the city's edge. Their walls embellished with silver reliefs that reflect the sun's light, making them glow in the daylight. Windows allow an ever changing glimpse upon both the gardens, which surround the city, and the inner city, for both residents and guests alike to share and enjoy." Nafai was beaming now, not being able to withstand the urge to smile while he reminisced about his city. He passionately attempted to describe it in an adequate way.
"The streets made from white marble, veined with silver sinews of soft luminescent light, hidden by the light of the sun during the day, but at night they glow, filling the air itself with a radiant soft glow. Thousands live there, holding festivals and parties for all who choose to attend. There is no crime, no hatred, no violence. It is a city filled with a people consumed by love and kindness, whose greatest dreams are to simply share themselves, their stories or adventures, their memories, their dreams with others who are happy to attentively listen. I have learned of a term, since leaving Elysium, 'Utopia'. We never had such a word, we didn't need it, for we lived in it every waking day." He felt a tinge of homesickness fiddle with his heart as his throat became scratchy. Since leaving his city of light he had seen much darkness, more then he cared to believe could exist. But such darkness was fed by greed, lust, envy, and other such powerful sources of evil. Of course such emotions existed in Elysium, but the people did not feed the darkness. They did not allow such things to dwell inside of them and grow. Education and knowledge replaced irrationality, life experiences were shared and mutually understood, sometimes vicariously through others. He did not mention, untimely death was utterly absent within the walls of Elysium. If one so chose, they could live forever by the grace of the well-spring. The source of magic that made such a place of wonder possible. People died, but only of their own accord, after living for such a long time, the fear of death gave way to understanding. Death was a part of life, it was natural. There came a time when one understood it was okay to move on, to explore new things, or simply cease to be and allow one's mind to eternally slumber.
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