"Hold Still!" Genis wasn't sure why he said that. Mithos was his enemy... but Mithos was also ... Mithos. (Thread for Mana-Master =D)
Why was looking at Genis so hard? He'd known what he had to do since the day his sister's words were gasped at him underneath the tree. It had been so long since that day but he remembered it clearly. He'd had no friends, only mentors. Babysitters.
All until Genis came along. His first real friend. He remembered the look on Genis' face when he'd betrayed himself to the party. Since that day he'd been keeping an eye on them from the trees and things. Always in the shadows, tracking their movements.
And then he'd been shot by a wild Renegade troupe with the same goal. It had been between betraying his position and fighting or taking the blow. The choice was obvious to him, and now he was bleeding.
Somehow Genis had found him in the trees.
"I'll be fine Genis," he said as dismissively as he could. "You shouldn't be out here. Go back to your group."
