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The Doctor flinched, the fear was evident in his eyes and body, but he would have to stand against the deeds of his past now. He had eaten the child's father, and for that there was no forgiveness. He was about to collapse from that weight, himself, and was unsure how long he could stand solitary and hold the unconscious Yami in his arms.

"Miss Chou. Your father was dead. He would remain so either way." Dr. Oddssen said, all calm exitting his voice and the odd timbre returning. His eyes were harsh, yet fearful and sympathic all at once. "It was a body. This girl is -alive- I would do nothing, NOTHING to harm her."

Dr. Severin walked towards the store carefully, trying to keep his weak body moving and keeping a strong grip on Yami. If he dropped the girl, he feared what her sister would do. He spoke slowly as he walked, still trying to keep his voice down, "No.. no one does. You are the first." he answered, lying. Grondax knew what a monster he was, but made no note of caring, as long as he got buisness.

"For... all that is may, or may not, be worth, Miss Chou.." The doctor said, as he stepped out of the rain and into the woman's store that was offered for shelter. "I'm.. sorry."

"Put Yami down here. Please." Though she added the 'please' it was more of a command then anything else. Her doe brown eyes had taken a strange dark look in them that was never seen there before.

She felt like that scared child she had felt like when Ein and his sister had left her all alone. That cold distant from everyone else feeling, the one that made her feel all alone and that in order to survive she needed to bite any hand that came towards her. Weither it was one feeding her or one petting her, it was still a threat in her mind.

"Sorry?" she questioned when he apologized, a bitter laugh escaping her throat, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. Her vision became blurred with the liquid in her eyes but she refused to cry in front of him. She wouldnt give him that pleasure. Instead she casted her eyes away staring at the floor with a sudden interest. "Sorry doesnt even BEGIN to cut it. There is nothing you can say. Nothing.

Her breath quivered as she spoke and she fought to gain control of her emotions again. "Nothing you can do will make up for it either, I want you to know. At this she turned her head in a dramatically slow way as if it pained her to look at him, and in a sense it did. Her eyes were half lidded as her hands came up to hover just above her chest. One hand curled into a fist, the other closed over it. A soft, sad sigh escaped her before she conitued "Doesnt matter what you do...its what you did...and I dont think I can ever forgive you. "

The pain was still evident in her voice, but at this point it had softened considerably and was barely above a whisper. At least now- she had control of her emotions.

The rain got worse. Nekura looked up and gave a sigh, "...mmm...it's nice...but...I should return..." he said. He turned away from the lost district having made it to the border between Kensington and Lost.

His steps carried him through the paths he had taken to get to where he was and returned to the abandoned building. He stopped as he smiled at Vincent, "If your boss Grondax has an issue with me exploring and learning about my new home. Then I will have to rescind my offer and return all of the supplies he has given me. I may be giving him a portion of my tinctures but I am not his property."

This was all said to Vincent before he could speak. Obviously Nekura knew or had at least seen Grondax. He then made his way in and took a seat. He looked square at Vincent, "You can go get your boss. I will be here when he returns."

With that Vincent quickly left, having someone else remain to watch Nekura while he went to retrieve Grondax.

Nekura looked dead at Grondax, while he was gone, even Grim didn't catch this. Nekura had put a half-mask on. His visible eye was cold. He just watched him for a moment before standing up.

"...I agreed that in turn for supplies...I would give you a portion of what I make. Poison, Healing or otherwise. I did not however agree to be your property. I got the feeling when I returned from your man Vincent that is how I am being treated. If this is so, I will return everything you have given me and be on my way." he looked right through Grondax.

This wasn't the meek doctor from earlier, apparently he acclimated rather quickly to the region. That or there was something off about his personality that wasn't apparent earlier. He turned his gaze to the table, "I have found a location that will be more beneficial to my work, and I will continue to explore the local districts so that I can better understand the kind of hell I have brought myself to. Again, if you have a problem with this, then we will end our association here." He stated in a flat tone that left no room for arguement. He turned his gaze back towards Grondax, still looking through the man as if he did not even exsist.

"There's a few places here, but I'm not really sure if they would be enjoyable as they are more down under the table set ups," Mercy answered as she pointed foward, more to the future then a direction they should go.

"If you can consider them respectable to society..." she sighed softly not a sad sigh but an empty one. "They at the least have someplace to be then the streets."

The Doctor took to this whole patient-calm-authority thing like a fish to water. The change in voice, Larry recognized with admiration, was drilled with precision and just the right notes. Down instead of up on the end of sentences, enough variance to be reassuring instead of monotone, and boy did he use that natural depth!

If there was one thing Larry knew, it was voices. Imititating the Doctor's rusty, unused responses would be a breeze, but imitating that would be a pleasure. Larry decided sending the Doctor an appreciative whistle might spoil the effect.

Instead, he shot the girl a little smile and followed orders.

"Hello there, miss! Name's Larry, how do you do? And, uh, thanks for the offer. We'll get her right inside! Not sure what happened, me and the Doc just got here. We're on a bit of a secret mission, you see. Very mysterious." He looked back over his shoulder, his greeting still running on. It was a wonder he hadn't paused for a break yet. Larry contributed this to an excellent degree of breath control. "Guess he's got her. Had a bad run-in with some theives or something. Got a bit of a limp. I don't think it's permanent. He said he was alright when we met up this evening. ..Awful nice of you to offer up your place. Do you run it, or just work-"

There were several problems going on behind Larry, which he seemed to very conveniently miss. It wasn't clear whether this was out of a certain determination to miss them, or he just happened to turn around at the right moments. Larry caught the other girl shoot him a funny kind of look, and he responded with a smile and a wave, still talking energetically.

He stepped back out into the rain when the party of three stormed through. The first girl looked irate, the Doctor looked tired, and the other girl didn't look like much.

"Hey, uh, thanks again for the quick lodgings. We'll be out of your hair as soon as we can. ...Ladies first."

"The dye is easy to make, if you have the right ingredients." takes a strip of cloth and marks down what is needed and the quantities before he placed it in the outstretched hand of Grondax. "I only shake the hands of those I trust, and so far...You've proven to be an apt merchant, but not someone I am able to explicitly trust beyond business dealings...That profit you." Nekura stated.

"As your proposed set up, yes it sounds appropriate to me. You will get an accurate third was it not of anything I create. I will also include instructions for appropriate uses and applications, whatever they may be. I also ask that, your men do not shadow me or follow me around. While I work I prefer to be left to my devices, and you will receive what you stated for the deal." He responded, folding his arms across his chest.

It was obvious by the look in his visible eye that he did not trust Grondax one bit, "Oh and...you and I both know...that Grim was not the only guard you had with you. I do have eyes and a brain, so there is no need to keep him hidden out of view. I already know he's likely between me and any normally safe exit."