[He smirks, and leans against the wall, arm crossed over the one that's holding his phone to his ear. The smirk turns lower by just the slightest fraction when Alistair brings it up.]
Yeah, yeah I am. I won't lie, Alistair... I'm a little nervous, but this feels right.
Oh? I just thought... Netsach's home. It always has been. My Grandmother and Mother are both Inquisitors, and yeah, I could be one too someday.
[He trails off, thinking about how best to word it.]
But... I picked the Brotherhood when I was given a choice between them and the Mani Dello Spirito Santo. I picked it for me, so why not finish what I started, right? So I'm going on my Journeyman's Walk.
[Netsach would have also been the easier path to take. It is also the conspiracy where he had met his first real set of friends in his blade mates and some of his classmates.]
This still might not put you any closer to getting the Wings back. I hope you know that.
[Kaz pauses then. In the last few weeks, the Wings of Therion had been the furthest from his mind. The fact that he could no longer see Coach or have Kidlat Tahimik purring nearby was something that hadn't actually bothered him - he'd put the Wings out of mind, because training was more important... And everything else...]
Well... I haven't actually been thinking about the Wings in a while. It's been easier to breathe without them on my back, I won't deny that.
[No more hallucinations. No more playing the hero on center stage.]
I wasn't ready for them. You sealed them well, and something still managed to eke out and get to me. This is better. I may be a Deadwalker, but I'm also a Hunter and I plan on being a damn good one.
[He doesn't voice the "if I make it", because he still gets brief moments where he wonders if he's worthy.]
[There's a small amount of approval in his voice. One less thing to worry about. (And it also gives people like him time to look at those fucking Wings properly.)]
I'll be there when you return.
[For the initiation, he means. That's kind of a really big deal.]
[Kaz doesn't miss the approval, but doesn't let it get to his head. He also takes a little bit of time to scream internally. He hadn't actually forgotten about the initiation after his Walk, but... Perhaps that was a question for another time .]
Is everything okay, Alistair? I mean, apart from the whole bones broken everywhere...
Would you... like some company? I'm nearly done packing anyway.
[He hesitates, because Alistair should be resting, but forges on because he's unused to long conversations with the man over the phone. After all, they almost always taked face-to-face, even when Alistair had a headache dealing with him.
Kaz isn't even lying when he says he's done packing. There's a duffle on his bed, clothes inside, his sidearm's been cleaned and assembled, extra clips loaded. The tonfa Brigade gifted him with are clean, the blades sharpened.
His Netsach coat's been pressed and now hangs on the back of his door, and he wonders when he'll get to wear in again.]
[Technically, he had plenty of company. He was right smack dab in the middle of a Zangyaku base, and his ex-boyfriend is sleeping on a bed just a few feet away.
[He drops the call after a beat, slipping his phone into his pocket and snagging his smokes from his desk. Kaz takes a cab to Kibo, naturally, not wanting to waste any time.
Kibo still intimidates him a little (a lot), but he gets there just fine, and asks for directions to Alistair's home. The looks he gets. But he's directed to a beautiful house, serene in the middle of a forest.
He knocks on the front doors, still admiring the quiet.]
[Which gave Alistair plenty of time to pocket his phone, fetch his own smokes and round over for some booze, limp over to the main dining table just a turn away from the entrance to his house, and curse himself over saying yes to this in the first place.]
Let yourself in.
[The Seer's currently looking out the ceiling-to-floor windows, towards the rest of the garden and the lights of Kibo. The ashtray close to his hand has a LOT of butts in it.
Once Kaz is close enough:]
I am going to have someone throw you out if you stay here for too long.
[Kaz walks in and doesn't comment on being thrown out. As he does, he's careful not to make the door creak - it's only polite - before he walks over to where he finds Alistair with a near-full ashtray. He raises an eyebrow at that, but then again...]
Nice view.
[He takes a seat and lays his pack on the table, and a new pack as well.]
Given how things were with you for a while, a little. Let's face it: Netsach became your first real home. The Brotherhood was something you chose because of the circumstances, and maybe because it gave you a chance to step up and be recognized.
[Lighting up as well.]
Now, though, you're going for the Brotherhood because it'll help you grow. It may end up putting you on a different path form your blade mates - your second family. But you're doing it anyway.
[It stings a little, the fact that for a while, Kaz had strayed. He wrinkles his nose - a tic of guilt - and replies:]
Blade is Family. No matter what paths we take, or how long it separates us, we'll find our way back to each other. At least, that's what I've been taught. That's what I've been shown.
[He thinks back to the homework that Hikaru gave them and remembers how Alistair found Hikaru time and time again. He doesn't want to mean it like that, though.]
The Walk will take a while. For all the fact that I can travel all over the world I know that this will be very, very different from hopping onto a plane and jetsetting to wherever Mamita wants to holiday.
[He takes a long drag off his cigarette, breathing it in and taking a long look at Alistair.]
I hope it changes me for the better.
[He never wants a repeat of Korea, and in choosing the Brotherhood of Violence, he plans on making sure it never happens again.]
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