Looking at the crying dragon, then following her gaze to the empty bottles, he smiled a sad smile. "Not enough, we're still talking." He thought about her words, how she felt like an object of violence, only a failed means to an end. It gave his smile a little warmth when he realized what she was trying to say. She only felt like her purpose in life wasn't a purpose she wanted, but not one she'd fulfill either.<br/><br/>"You know, even if you were just a weapon, fighting would be the best way to go." He sat quietly for a second, before standing up. "Follow me."<br/><br/>Walking towards the only closed door in the small apartment, he leaned on the door. The booze had been taking it's affect now, and he'd probably be stumbling like an idiot in a short bit. He grabbed the knob, a searing pain going through his mind as he realized how long it'd been. Swinging the door open showed the inside of her room.<br/><br/>Larentia's room.<br/><br/>"My sister was the only person I've ever had. We were orphaned as kids, and the only ones who'd stand up for us was us. We got good at what we did, damn quick too. First time I killed a demon, we were just kids. The orphanage had been attacked by an imp. Hardly even a D class. But sure enough, it was a living hell on earth for us at the time. It'd killed a good number of the other kids when she and I managed to drive a branch we had found in the yard through it. That branch became the handle of my sword actually." Waddling over to her bed, he sat down on it, feeling the cleaned, pristine sheets. After she'd passed, he'd made sure to keep her room just the way she liked it.<br/><br/>"She was a damn fine woman, she didn't deserve this, this hunter's job. She was better than that. But that never stopped her. I couldn't think of anything better, and like when we were kids, she was the only one through it all. She'd never actually become a hunter. But the foundation probably liked her more than they do me. She was a damn genius, and went in a pitiful way."<br/><br/>He didn't have to continue talking, the thoughts of her slowing fading away in the hospital bed were so clear in his mind, he'd be surprised if Shula couldn't see them. A tear ran down his cheek, and he just laid back. The tear slid down his face, and he cherished the comfort of her bed, it still held a little bit of her essence, the fragrance of her room hadn't changed.