The Sound Of Silence

Song: Reign Of The Dark | Artist: Adrian von Zielger | Word Count: N/A

This person was very -- reserved. They tended to keep to themselves a lot. However, it seemed that there was something else that also rung out as very obvious, which would be that he listened without judging right away. It was something that Henrex was definitely not used to entirely, and was glad to know that there was someone that did that. There was one person in particular, or perhaps two that were the complete opposite of that. They were not the most pleasant people to be around. So, a small sigh left Henrex as his mind briefly came across that thought.

As he continued to listen to Henrex, and not emit a single word or sound in response, he could feel the burden that usually was piled on his heart beginning to lift. It seemed that the more that he talked about it, the easier it became, and the less burdened he felt by keeping everything so bottled up in him. So, as he finished, everything was encompassed by silence. As of such, Henrex had began to feel a lot more awkward and began to wonder if he had said anything wrong, and he would soon regret it. But, Rodolfo briefly cleared his throat...well, his possible non-existent one, before saying that he was about to ask him something, and that it might be difficult.

Henrex simply nodded in reply, and braced himself for the question. What would it be? Would it really be difficult to answer? The feeling of Rodolfo gently grasping his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts, the icy feeling of his cold hand traveling up and down his shoulder, arm, and spine. His eye darted downward to see an open hand, revealing that he was still not preparing an attack, or anything like that. His gaze soon left the other man's hand, and focused on practically everywhere else, scanning over him like a predator did before attacking it's prey. That soundless aura continued to echo throughout the area as Henrex waited, before he was finally spoken to.

"When was the last time you did something you truly believed in? When you believed in yourself, and your duty, and your ability to accomplish your goals- when you thought you had reachable hopes and dreams?"

When the question was first asked, Henrex thought he knew the answer. But, as his mind slowed down, and he began to give it more and more thought, the boy found himself unable to answer it right away. So this is what he meant by difficult. The last time he did something he truly believed in, when he believed in himself, his duty, and his ability to do so. Reachable hope and dreams was the real kicker. He couldn't really remember. So, the male gently pressed a hand against his head, and kept searching into the recesses of his mind to try and figure out an answer.

"I think it was -- when I was back home, and when I was a few hundred years younger. Back when I fought to bring Japan closer to where it is now. The Siege of Osaka, The Boshin War, and even some of General Oda Nobunaga's battles that I fought with him in...those were times I always believed. As of recently -- I really don't know. I suppose it would be when I helped repair the Moon when it was destroyed. I believed that I could do it, and that I would make sure that...her efforts were not in vain."