[At this boy's age, Yuri was buoyant, happy and carefree. He saw only the good in the world, despite the many times his father would sit with him and tell him about the evils in the world, that he should never turn a blind eye to it if ever he saw it firsthand. Back then, his pale eyes had not been cold. They had been wide, filled with wonder and hope, excitement and curiosity. He had been friendly, smiling freely at everyone...and then things had gotten turned upside down. Evil had taken on the form of his father. Justice had come in the form of flames. The innocence had fled his gaze...]
[Kirei's gaze is similar. Purposeful. At such a young age, Yuri can only wonder at the cause. Is it the boy's will, or that of his father's? There are more questions to ponder, but he has been silent enough. He resumes peeling the tangerine.]
What form of self-defense are you familiar with? I have practiced a little myself. It's a good skill for anyone to know, both for protection as well as discipline.
[Another glance up, toward the rectory, as if in doing so, he might catch a glimpse of the boy's father watching them from some window. He sees nothing, of course, and so, turns to glance sidelong at the boy.]
Would you prefer the apple peeled? Or this?
[A wedge of tangerine is held out in offering, the peel now resting on his lap in a neat pile. And then, after the quote, Yuri nods.]
It is less something that I like and more something that is necessary, Kirei...but I do not dislike my work, either. Justice requires steady hands to guide it.
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[Kirei's gaze is similar. Purposeful. At such a young age, Yuri can only wonder at the cause. Is it the boy's will, or that of his father's? There are more questions to ponder, but he has been silent enough. He resumes peeling the tangerine.]
What form of self-defense are you familiar with? I have practiced a little myself. It's a good skill for anyone to know, both for protection as well as discipline.
[Another glance up, toward the rectory, as if in doing so, he might catch a glimpse of the boy's father watching them from some window. He sees nothing, of course, and so, turns to glance sidelong at the boy.]
Would you prefer the apple peeled? Or this?
[A wedge of tangerine is held out in offering, the peel now resting on his lap in a neat pile. And then, after the quote, Yuri nods.]
It is less something that I like and more something that is necessary, Kirei...but I do not dislike my work, either. Justice requires steady hands to guide it.