Razor, for the most part, ignored the flying branches and stuff that the girl kept trying to send his way. They didn't bother him as much, though some were more annoying than most. This girl really was the most annoying little shit he came across...but he just grumbled and let it pass as she lead him to the cave that she was talking about. He would take just about kind of shelter about now. He would of been fine with sleeping in a tree, but a cave seemed like a much better idea...if the cave was uninhabited that is...hopefully no foul creature or dangerous beast decided to call this cave its home...that would of been very unfortunate.<br/><br/>When they arrived, his usual means of 'sight' was not affected by the dark as he tried to see if he could detect any of the usual signs of an inhabited cave. From what he can tell, this cave was abandoned...and theirs for the taking. Which was good...didn't need to fight for territory or anything from an angry beast or monster...and he could certainly make do without that. So, from what he could tell...this was the spot for them.<br/><br/>He had a checklist going through his mind as to what they needed to have a proper one-night shelter when he heard something odd...he turned his head towards the sound and realized what it was. It was the girl crying...the naive, headstrong human...was crying. Well, he supposed it wasn't a big surprise that she would be...she had seen her entire village burned, most of the people she knew dead and/or missing...and saw that monsters had burned it all before her eyes. And he supposed having her life ending just inches away also shook her up a lot, if the ending of her village wasn't enough. She had a lot to take in. He kept that in mind as he went deeper into the cave...being satisfied that they were the only living things here and would be in here.<br/><br/>The Ramen shook his head and let her keep to herself as he stripped off his cloak and mask, he wasn't going to be needing them on now...and he didn't feel any shame or embarrassment or regret for taking it off...she was going to see him without those on anyways, and he already decided to ignore most things she was going to say anyways. So it was hard to feel bad for her standpoint looking at him. He didn't know how dark it was inside the cave, odds are she probably couldn't see him...despite his sickly white skin, though he could still effectively hide in most dark places despite his skin tone. It was the type of white that would gloomily meld with the darkness, after all, but would reflect light pretty easily. But with him being somewhat deep into the cave...it would probably be hard for Eponine to see him completely, outside of a few bits and pieces due to his sweat, his pale skin color, and possible reflection of the moon's rays that still came inside.<br/><br/>He heard her question and looked off to the side, not responding for a bit...thinking about her timid words. It seemed the reality of the situation took away her defiant nature and made light of how she really felt...she was scared...as anyone would be after an event like that sweeping them up. All that came out from immediately was an indecisive sigh. His claw felt through the rich fabric of his cloak and he shook his head.<br/><br/>The Ramen tossed the cloak to her general direction and set the mask on the ground. He promptly said,"I can only promise tomorrow morning...I will try and help you find any survivors of your village, if there are any. But, not that I have any problems with your 'glowing' personality, but I do have a distinct feeling that you don't appreciate my presence. So after tomorrow...we'll see where our roads shall take us." After that, he faced towards the opening of the cave and said,"I'll go out hunting for food...I'll leave it up to you to collect fire wood...and keep yourself warm, it might get very cold tonight."<br/><br/>After he said that, he made a dash straight for the opening of the cave...he was a quick one, that was for sure. And he certainly acted before Eponine had a chance to respond to his words. And with how quick he was, it was hard to tell if she could get any accurate description of her savior. Outside of the sickly white skin, maybe the patterned veins that pumped blood through his body, the spines that grew from his scalp and flew down his back, those long dangerous claws for hands, the beastial claw-hooked feet, and the leather strips that he used for clothing. But that was like a flash as he dashed through the opening of the cave and leaped through the trees of the wilds. Who knew how long it would be before he got back, or what he would bring back...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>