Welcome to Gaia! ::

Kaspar glanced behind him again, the wind whipping his own hair around his face where it isn't tied back.
There's room at the house...
It's not a house. It's a -maintinence shed-...
It's a house because we live there. It's home.
don't you pull that technical bullshit on me...this isn't a philosophy discussion, Socrates...
But it's true.
There's room. He's alone. We were alone until...
SHUT UP!
We're taking him.
We're taking him.
You'll be sorry. All of you. You'll see. This sort of thing only leads to pain.
This entire argument lasts perhaps the space of a blink as he considers, then offers back a hand. "I'll show you. Whats your name?"

"It's Kaspar..." He answers, taking Hugo's hand in his own slightly burned and splintered one, rough with calouses and soft scars barely visable against his skin. "And the Psychosis." He nods back toward the towering Zoid with an flash of pride."

"He's a good zoid....fast. Strong..." Kaspar notes with pride. "Faster than most." He adds, with a thinly veiled flash of even greater pride. He notes the gleam of tears in the boys eyes, but for the sake of Hugo's pride, doesn't mention them. When he's ready to cry openly, he will, and no amount of ingrained pride will stop him.

"Everything about this zoid is surprising..." Kaspar noted, as they walk forward. "There's room." He adds before finaly asking curiously. "What kind of Zoid?"
Perhaps that was a clue to the monstrosity that had so recently left here? His eyes flash again with rage, at things he either cannot or will not remember.
Somehow the memory brings to mind an wicked sneer, one locked in place in a white fa...no. Not a face. A mask?
The memory alone makes him breifly stiffen as though someone had run an electric shock through him.
Stop
Stop!
STOP!!!
These voices, and a long coridor of quieter ones resound through his mind, the way a stone resounds off the walls of a well so long and dark that the bottom is lost to sight, every 'snap' of that pain against the walls of his mind raising a disjointed image like a flash of lightning, agonizingly bright against his memory. He blinks again, glancing back to Hugo. Had he lost time just now? Or had it all taken the heartbeat it felt like?

Kaspar shuddered again, fingers twitching beyond his control as though part of him were still...still what? He can't even remember, save for the feeling of desperation, pain, fear and rage that acompany the image that Zoid brings to mind again.
"I'm fine..." He insists, voice tight, as they walk, and the images are put away one by one. Lock by lock, until they're out of sight again. Away. Someplace they can't hurt him. Something about that zoid hurt him....something about it's pilot....

Kaspar blinked again, putting himself back in order, the way normal people put boxes back on a shelf, he puts the fear back away out of reach.
"I saw the fire...I knew there was a village here, but I'd never come closer before. Never where he could be seen. That was part of the unspoken rules...up until now. To be sought, not to seek. "I don't hold by the idea of killing children...."

"What a pity." Kaspars smile looks thin, and not entirely in jest. "I don't save men."
Something in that tone doesn't sound entirely...right. As though it were someone else speaking for a second, but then it shifts faintly again. Another difference, but this tone has been used before. . "You stand on the line where you can see into adulthood, but you haven't crossed it yet. Don't be in such a hurry. Once it's crossed, there is no crossing back. And it may be that you find you wish you hadn't stepped across it so hastily."