Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140301210623/@comment-24296957-20140715041413

Amet paused, not looking back at the group. Though he could feel Aria close by, he felt Reiku at his outer limits. While he appreciated the effort of the two, it was not what Amet needed to cool down. But they did fight the fire inside him well enough. Taking a deep breath, he spoke.

"While your attempts may seem in vain, your sincere concern for myself and the situation is quite wise and notable.  I applaud that.  But being humble is hard," he shot a look back at Deryn, "isn't it? So is abstaining from judgement until you have understood the other."

Amet turned around to face the trio. His head hung low.

"Aria, you hail from the noble Jager Corp.  You know some sort of acceptance because of your name.  But tell me, heir, have you been at the top, then fallen from grace to below rock bottom?

"You see," Amet walked over to a tree, leaning on it and staring into the sky. He sighed, "there was a time I had it all.  A family to love, wealth, recognition - all of it.  I lived continuing my clan - the Kiyng - continuing their legacy.  The heir to the throne, to strive to be the best Sorvano there ever was.  To surpass my father and the Lord First.  To leave a mark on the world.  I wanted to make a difference in the lives of thousands, if it meant taking one - my own."

Amet's gaze fell to the ground. "I was taught to plan, to read people in an instant - to be wise.  To fight with this," Amet motioned to Fenice, "my clan's heirloom.  And in the event of disarment, to go hand-to-hand with brutality.  For my entire infancy, that's how I was raised, even into my young adolensent years.

"But then," he took in a shaky breath, "when I was seven, it was all siezed from me.  My home - my entire clan - gone without a trace.  Do you know how that feels? To have everyone you love and hold dear ripped away from you in an instant? More people that you can count, simply vanished.  Could you live with the guilt of being the only one alive? Could you bear the weight of the the world on your shoulders while trying to find your own destiny?

"I ran.  My young mind, despite all my training, couldn't comprehend what happened.  I didn't want to die.  SO I ran to the darkest regions of Vale where I knew I couldn't be found - the denizens, the underground.  For many years, I killed and fought for scraps of foods to call a meal, cardboard boxes for shelter.  But I new I couldn't live life like that.  So I decided to stop taking the lives of people - they could be the future.  I starter to eradicate Grimm.

"Then," Amet continued, "I went back home.  I gathered the dusty remains of the clan books and tomes and hid them.  I tried to stay.  I tried to rebuild.  But I couldn't bear the loss, the grief, the anger of not knowing the answers.  It was then I dedicated my life to continuing the Kiyng name and finding answers, creating peace in the process.

"And now, I stand before you.  Before, back at Beacon, Deryn," He locked eyes with the girl standing the farthest away from him, "when you took off your mask for the briefest of moments, I saw it.

"I saw the hurt.  The haunt in your eyes.  You've taken lives in the past.  You've seen things others couldn't possibly comprehend.  You live in constant fear of that, keeping the past locked up tight for fear of someone knowing what you really were.  Yes, in that very instant, I learned that.  And I respected that.

"That's why I showed you kindness.  Because I knew you and I were the same in some respect.  because, no matter what you might think of me, I can understand you, Deryn..."

Amet got up from the tree, turning his back to the group, hanging his head in shame. "I walk a lonely road.  But it's the only one I've ever know.  Do I know where it goes? No.  All I know is that it's only me.  And I walk alone." Amet sniffled, standing there, his Aura still extended out. He felt a body approach him.