Yoka looked at her and listened to her speaking. Frowning a bit. What if he didn't want to go back? What if he wanted to stay here? What if he wanted to stay where for the first time ever he truly felt...like he was home? What if...he wanted to stay where he felt he belonged? He did not understand why he was feeling these things yet he was. He listened to her speak. Blinking a bit. He shrugged a bit. He looked at her. "I have never feared death. " He answerd simply but honestly. He went inside with her. He thought she had already done so. Then again he wasn't entirely sure of anything right now. "Ummm ma'am...I took your hand a long while ago. With all due respect..." he rubbed the back of his head and flushed. "...I kinda been waiting on you to lead the way." He blinke a bit. "I don't think I want to go back. I feel...at home. For the first time in my entire life...I feel like I am at home. I feel...as if I belong. For the first time...I feel like many do when they have gone home to a place they have made into their home. Yet...I never had that feeling no matter how much I made the house...to be my home. It just never...felt like home. I never felt like I belonged." he said in a soft voice. Looking at her. "However, it is ill advised to go against fates, life, and death itself." He said with a sagely voice. "If it is deemed that I must go back to the place I feel misplaced...then I shall accept this with honor and dignity." He said with a soft smile.