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<br/>​</div>Shiro listened as Robin relayed K's heading and where their own group would be relative to to that. It made perfect sense to him, and he gave a curt nod as he followed. He had been worried that maybe the group might attempt some kind of pincer movement, but such an action would place the creature between groups, inhibiting his ability to administer aid. Everyone knew this was strictly observation, but the folly of youth was having a mind that could recognize the rational choice, and choose the stupid one in spite of that. It was a Grimm, study would be difficult and dangerous, but it would also require patience. Any one member of their group might find that too steep of a task. They were training to be hunters after all, and the legends never had any heroic tales of careful study and analysis. On the flip-side were those with a grudge. If the beasts had taken someone near and dear to them, how much self restraint could be exerted when orders were given to<i>not </i>go in and kill one of them?<br/><br/>Shiro supposed he had more in common with the second group than the first, but the Grimm wasn't his grudge. He recognized their threat, certainly, but it wasn't his great white whale. That title went to a<i>different </i>foe. On some level, Shiro mused that the two might be connected in some way, if only tangentially. Grimm were a tool and that tool's function was death, plain and simple. Robin hadn't warned them of any damage to the local environment by the gas the creature seemed to generate, as such a detail wouldn't have escaped K's report. More information was required, but thus far it leaned heavily toward the long held notion that the Grimm only existed to harm humans and faunus. He frowned slightly at that while following behind his team mates. To<i>exist </i>to bring death! Not as a result of battling for resources, or being territorial. Not as a necessity to survival or as some pointless rite or passage according to culture. There was almost no other model in the natural world which he could call to mind which showed the same cold purpose and intent of these beasts.<br/><br/>They were not his target... but they seemed of<i>similar purpose.<br/>
</i><br/>Thoughts like these always motivated him to continue to his work, to study harder, to search for a solution..<i>the </i>solution. It was what had dominated his life for so long now that he could barely recall a time when he hadn't been consumed by it. Once, it had been a simple goal, even humble in his eyes. Then..<i>it</i>.. happened, and the goal shifted in a darker direction still. Now it had been so long that he had trouble remembering what his mother and father were even like. Were they kind people? Would they have raised him fairly? He could remember their faces...with effort... but<i>who </i>they were was a half remembered dream. He had records he could defer to, but vivid, personal memories were becoming a rarity. Deep down, even Shiro recognized that was dangerous. It was important to never completely lose track of one's path, and one of the best ways to know where you were going was to know where you had been. He shook his head in self disgust, none of it mattered. The goal hadn't changed, even if he did.<br/><br/>He kept following, his expression just as impassive as ever. Hopefully none of them would screw this up.