Razor could hear all things around him now, not having the mask or the robes to block his senses...he was back in his element. He could hear every tone of his new found companions, he could smell them on the wind...he could also feel fear, repressed resent, and even grieving from each and every one of them...Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you just cannot heal all hurts that you have gained.<br/><br/>Though, he had heard the word 'razorsharp' and practically felt and heard the sudden motion from the girl and maybe even a soft gasp. He knew what she was thinking, and actually chuckled. It was a pleasant chuckle either, a dark and raspy thing as the sight of his malnourished-like chest expanded and retracted with the forced breaths. Though he seemed weak, he was far from it as he looked to her, which is unnerving given his scarred face being eyeless.<br/><br/>"Do not grief, my child...nor should you feel ashamed or think yourself ungrateful or needy. We all thank you for the deeds you have done...and I am sure that both your family, and your Gods smile upon your decision. You are a shinning example that not all humans are as rotten and corrupt and despicable as many others let you out to be. But, most importantly, feel proud about yourself...For now, you can have that adventure you have been seeking for...for better or for worse, you are in the open world...and it is the time to make your mark."<br/><br/>As they were fast approaching the forest, Razor stopped his speech and quickly said,"Me and Foran have a tent and a couple of bedrolls. That'll help with most of the camp building...I don't know if we'll need more materials, or if in fact we'll need water and food for the night. Maybe fire, as well."<br/><br/>He chose to ignore the feelings of fear he had sensed within the group, more specifically a certain someone. Funny how beast like he was, yet none other knew more of humanity than the one that they make out as the beast. But, he was sure that in time, the fear would be gone...for he had a strange feeling that splitting up was one of the last things this random band of strangers was going to do...It just seemed like they had a purpose in something...and they were all going to make their mark on this world.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>