Knowing that she didnâ€™t want to go back to the hotel and be cooped up brought him relief. It wasnâ€™t really a relaxing relief, or a selfish one, but a strange relief that showed understanding. She had been confined all her life and again he didnâ€™t like being confined himself. As restless as he was now he really did not want to make Shizu nervous if they were to go back to the hotel, where his restlessness would be even more evident since he was not releasing that energy, or uneasy for that matter. His entire body relaxed a bit more when she made her decision and he couldnâ€™t help but grin and give a brief nod. If he was someone who was a bit more expressive when it came to his emotions, he probably would have smiled a bit more and jumped for joy. He was in a sense, but it was mentally; he was rather calm on the outside and also understood that she wanted to get away from the sight and smell of death. It was not something that was pleasant.<br/><br/>It did confuse him a bit when she said that she wished to speak with him, he wonâ€™t lie. He followed her quietly, keeping an eye on her, making sure that they were not followed again. Just what did she want to speak to him about, he wondered, thinking he might have done something she did not like. Perhaps she was not pleased with his actions even though her expression said she was glad that man had died and he briefly wondered if he should have rendered the man unconscious instead. Whenever his violence shone through, he was always out for blood, looking to murder rather than go in for a simple knock out. He could do it, he was trained to incapacitate when he worked for the military, but there was something about killing that he foundâ€¦ enjoyable. Perhaps Shizu was not the same way and didnâ€™t like death, which would not surprise him. Most people didnâ€™t like death whether it was a violent death or not and often refused to accept it at times. He was just odd, he supposed, thinking back to when he wondered if she thought he was strange.<br/><br/>When she sat on the bench, he did as well but made sure that he kept his distance a bit so he wasnâ€™t completely invading her personal space. He also did not like his own personal space invaded so he would be respectful in both senses. He sat leaned back slightly, relaxed, intent on listening to her. However nothing had really prepared him for what she was about to reveal.<br/><br/>At first he felt a warmth swell inside of him when she mentioned she was grateful for him rescuing her from that village, making him feel pretty good about doing something nice for someone. Most of the time, his job requires him to kill someone not protect someone. It was nice and he appreciated her gratitude. But then his mood was suddenly changed. At first he was confused, and he narrowed his eyes a bit when she told him what the villagers had said was true. She explained that she was an Oni, and his eyes widened a bit, completely taken aback by that. He didnâ€™t know much about Japanese lore or legends or anything of the sort, but he has heard of Oni being ferocious creatures. It made him realize that he was indeed biting off more than he could chew and he wondered if she really wanted him to leave and forget about her. That thought was also shot down when she told him she never wanted to go back to that place and his expression softened a bit. It was rare for him to show too much emotion or even get attached to people, but somehow he felt a slight connection.<br/><br/>His own father and brother, growing up, were cruel people and sent him away when they decided he was not worthy of them. He also knew what it was like to be labeled a monster, someone who deserved to be locked away. The two months he had spent in that sanitarium were hell for him, even if he knew he was able to function in society they felt he was not. It took a good friend of his, who cared about him dearly though he sometimes wondered, to step in and get him out. Perhaps he could sympathize in that way with Shizu, and he winced a bit to show his sympathy. Was he supposed to comfort her in some way? He wasnâ€™t the kind of person who handled crying that well, though he understood why she was crying. She was worried about him leaving her as she said, but at the same time she would not blame him if he did.<br/><br/>One thing was for certain: she seemed to be a strong woman. After all she had been through she had said she does not wish harm on humans. That was something that took a great deal of strength, not wanting revenge, as she could very well, now that she was free, be filled with vengeance and kill everyone in this city. Would she kill him as well? Maybe she would, and that was the reason she was telling him this. Then again she seemed to be such a kind soul; he could tell it from the look in her eyes that she just wanted to live peacefully. And now, knowing what he did, he would grant that, â€œIf you have the need to feed, those men after you shall prove to be wonderful appetizers then,â€ he said with a dark tone of voice, his mildly sadistic side showing through again. He was a man of his word after all, and he would continue to remain loyal to his mission.<br/><br/>Heh, perhaps he was in it for the money after all. He snorted, amused at his own thoughts as he cleared them from his mind.<br/><br/>â€œI am not someone who hates people because of who they are, I assure you. It takes a hell of a lot for me toâ€¦ truly hate someoneâ€ He told her softly; though it was once more obvious he was not one for talking much, â€œFrom what I have seen, you have shown me that you are no monster. Monsters live within the heart of a person, not in their appearance, in my opinion at least.â€ Was he speaking true or just being reassuring? He felt it was a little of both though he knew it was more because he wanted to be reassuring. What reason did he have for lying to her, after all? He was an honest person and he held to his honesty proudly when it came to his profession. Maybe this was also another one of those things he felt was vital to this missionâ€™s success. â€œIt is probably needless to say that you do not have to worry about me hating you.â€<br/><br/>Maybe she was right, maybe he should have remained ignorant, but he was still glad she told him. It meant she was a bit more open with him and it made him feel better about this. Perhaps acting as a professional was definitely a better approach. It seemed to be working well. And now all he needed to do was get her out of Japanâ€¦. His damn contacts have not said a single thing to him. Absently, he checked his cell phone again to once again find no missed calls or messages. What the hell was taking them so long? He left a few messagesâ€¦ So what could be keeping them..?