For now, there was nothing at all he could do. He could only watch the youma bolt away into the trees, the sounds of his movements slowly fading into the background then completely out of range. While he knew that Bazzite was likely to go off and hurt someone,he did nothing to stop it… And for a moment he thought that that inaction made him a horrible person… But he was weak right now, weak enough that any protest he tried to give at this time would land him devoured by the new friend he had made… Atleast he thought they were friends…
Maybe while he continued his patrol this evening, he could find someone with the information he so desperately wanted. To know how to bring a youma back into being a human… Because he KNEW something could reverse this.. Somehow. Maybe not on his own but…. He wasn’t about to give up.
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