Scents of various sorts had calmed his mind as it mixed with fresh air. It was better than being in a city filled with large buildings and so much noises. In this spot, it seemed like it was void of those things. Less noises, just the rustling of the leaves of plants in the area. No city stink, the smoke and so on. Just simply clean. It was one of the pleasures he enjoyed taking in. And one he did want to see with his own eyes.
Though, there was some scents that tainted the air slightly. A metallic scent mixed with something, not like any human blood…. And he had smelled it before from the mute, Yuta. Did he draw his own blood again? Was he upset or nervous..?
His eyes shifted to Yuta for a moment before staring ahead. ‘I’m sorry’……? The blind let out a small sigh under his breath. Why was the mute apologizing for? Pity over what happened? It felt weird to have someone doing that as none did really rescued him from the hands of Ja Gwi. Or even warned him about of what would lie ahead of him. “No need to be apologetic about it. What was done was done.” Even if he could turn back time, the result would be the same. He was unable to escape from him, like he was still unable to escape from a certain fate.
"I have been lucky enough to live this long." Too lucky to just live up to this point when he could of died at any point before when he was with Ja Gwi who could simply activate the mark and kill him on the spot whenever Hiljo was pointing out something which could piss the slave master off.
It would be so much easier, if Hiljo could hear, tap into the streams of words transmitted but not spoken, the speech of the Sura. Yuta swallowed, trying to down the thick and heavy knot that seemed to bloom within his throat. It had suddenly become more difficult to breathe. Fighting back tears, the boy took to inhaling slowly and with purpose. He tried his best to be mindful of how the air passed through him but he could not manage to keep his intrusive thoughts at bay. “No need to be apologetic about it,” Hiljo concluded, in a tone that was more matter-of-fact than reassuring, "What was done was done."
Yuta turned to look at the blind man and wondered if even he believed in the words that he had just spoken. Disregarding the fact that the man before him was not too much unlike a human, Hiljo seemed to hold a strength about him, one that the Rakshasa could not bring himself to place. Yet, the man seemed on the brink of shattering at the slightest touch - as though held together with countless bandages while untreated wounds were left to fester underneath. Just how close was he to breaking?
The boy held back, his clammy hand resting palm down on Hiljo’s. He wanted to reassure him somehow - even if it came in the form of a little squeeze…but Yuta could not bring himself to interlace his fingers with that of the blind man’s. Yuta was terrified. He feared that if he were to become any closer that he would wind up sending Hiljo over the edge somehow. It would be the umpteenth person that he would have destroyed.
Hot tears slowly trailed down his cheeks almost burning his cool skin. "I hurt her…," he wrote in-spite of himself, his fingers trembling as he spelled out his sin on his companion’s open hand. The boy was shaking now under the force of his silent sobs. He let the silence stretch out between them as his words were left to sink into place along with the sun as it vanished from the edge of the horizon.
The sound of a throat swallowing something was audible to his ears. Every sound the other made was loud enough for the blind to hear. All except for vocal words that denied the boy of normal speech and the thoughts as he wasn’t a mind reader or even a telepath. Being unable to see expressions had left him to be depend on his remaining senses to make some judgements.
The behavior… was like someone he knew. Someone close. There were times one of his kids tried to brave through an injury and tried to hold back tears. One similar to the mute sitting next to the blind. To him, Yuta still seemed to be a young child, even if he appeared to be a young adult now. In the state he was in, Hiljo had figured that the mute needed someone to rely on. Maybe someone he needed a shoulder. It didn’t surprise him when the mute’s hand held his in a weak way, reminding him of the times his kids were holding his hands for different reasons. Especially Jena.
The next thing was something to expect in all consideration of how Yuta was behaving. With the slight scent of salt and water in the air, trembling digits and the invisible written words, there was a moment of silence after he ‘heard’ those words. The mute never seemed like a person to harm someone on purpose. The heavy words he had written meant that he had hurt someone close to him. Close enough to get upset when hurting this close friend. Maybe someone who meant more to him.
Removing his hand away from the mute’s gently, the blind placed it on the mute’s head in a kind manner. It had seemed whatever he did… he didn’t mean to do it. On accident. Unless it was on purpose which Hiljo can’t really see Yuta doing. He wanted to say that it’ll be alright, but he didn’t know if it was the right thing to say as the details and who got hurt were still unknown to the blind. His hand ruffled softly the mute’s hair for moment.
"It’s okay to let it all out."