endejester
The florist met and held the stranger's gaze when it sought him. He listened carefully to what the blue-haired man had to say. Fire. Phantoms. If it was meant to scare him or to make him doubt, it didn't. He took it simply as information to be digested, necessary background to the path on which he was about to embark. He would have power of his own, some type of tool with which to fight. He would have the necessary training--however little he was certain he would need. He knew that he would excel; he always had.
Krishna snorted slightly at the offer 'to think it over,' and he shook his head in the negative. He didn't need anymore time. He wanted revenge... and this seemed the only option. "I might have questions later, but not now. I want it. I will do whatever is necessary."
