@neverending-hunt ( continued )
The swordsman stands still, silently reverent of the Taker that now stands before him. Those that come to know the Taker and to meet them only meet them once, and now Yone stood before them as his first meeting, but he could not follow them into the next life. It pained him, truthfully, it left his chest feeling hollow with a heavy ache sitting like a black hole in his stomach while the luminescent eye of the azakana was blind in their presence and its mask burned his skin underneath it. He could feel the wretch of the creature within him, apart of him, it knew its sins and even now wanted to slink away from the every watchful, omnipresent eyes of death.
His hands raise to catch the pale colored apple that the Taker tosses to him before they speak once more, his attention still transfixed upon them. Yone feels it would be dishonorable to turn his gaze from them, lest he be giving the impression that he could not look upon his own fate or the sins that hung around his neck like a noose. It was only right he look upon them in an unabashed admittance and acceptance of his crimes ( though they may not be truly his own ).
A gracious bow follows the Taker’s proposition, the hand that clasped the ashen colored apple folded over folded over his stomach while his long hair fell forward over his shoulders. When he rises to his full height once more, his voice comes in a quiet, calm answer.
“I am honored and grateful that you would allow me this chance,” he says, still holding his gaze directly towards the Taker. The apple remains in his palm, held gently clasped in long, thin fingers.
“It is my duty and honor to answer to you, Taker. The azakana may have taken my soul from your hunt, but not my will. I will indulge you however you wish.”
