"A wanderer isn't always lost."
His expression frowned upon her for a moment, as she seemed to respond to what he had said in his mind rather than what he had told her aloud, save for the last part. His frown wasn't built of any form of anger that had quickly arisen, or hatred, but rather in an attempt to figure out what in the world just happened. Did he accidentally spill it out of his mouth without knowing? Or was it.... of course. He sat back down in his chair, and shook his head as a sigh escaped his lips. It didn't sound irritated, or frustrated, but rather just a bit one filled with despair, as if he had been beaten. "Reading my mind, are you? Naughty, naughty girl." After that a small bit of laughter escaped him. He wasn't mocking her, but he just found it funny that she managed to delve into his thoughts and now had changed the subject at hand. He found himself almost completely trapped, just because he couldn't keep his thoughts concealed. Of course he never expected he would come across someone who could read his mind. He wondered if she was doing it the very moments he was thinking of his response.
"Well, I suppose I could get a few things straight. The first of which is I know that I'm lost. More or less, anyway. My life is ultimately going to meet a bitter end: dead, no kids, no brothers, no sisters, ...no relatives. At all. I'm the last of my kind and my family. Don't care about that just yet, though." As if to distract himself from having to look her straight in the eye the next part, he stared back down at the book. He opened up the cover, and turned the page to the wall of text. And then the next page over, and then the next. He only stopped when there was a picture, and he glanced at it briefly while he spoke.
"And second...I don't have anything against either of the three. Not much haunts me...anymore, anyway. I've reconciled with my parents, and the three of us get along quite well now. I still have friends...I think. Don't know where they are, at the same time they don't know where I am. Same with my old Guild Mates. It'd be stupid of me to have something against Guilds when I used to be a Guild Master, wouldn't it?" He turned the page one last time, and he was at about the middle of the novel. Drawn on both of the two pages was a single image, one of a demon that appeared to be shadowed in darkness. It seemed to be a sketch of some sort, perhaps something that the author or someone else saw while investigating something. Drawn on it was a shadowed figure, though parts of the body were revealed, such as clawed scaled arms, horns atop its head that curved inward, and boots that had slightly raised soles on them. Immediately after glancing it he shut the book. "I don't mind friends, I don't mind family--much--, and I don't mind guilds. But I'm a realist, I guess. I've seen it all go wrong. I know it can all go wrong. And I know eventually it all goes wrong. Pledging undying loyalty to someone, the Guild Master....that's what all guild members do. Some know them very well, so I don't care. But others....they don't even know the person. And they're so keen to defend them. And I--....I need a drink..."
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