Griever calmly walked towards Alarra; his eyes slowly changing back, into their previous golden brown color. Griever made his way to Alarra, still sitting at the piano. By her words, it was clear that she held nothing but contempt for what he was about to commit himself to, but she.....she didn't understand.This cold feeling within him, filling him with this abysmal sense of nothingness. To forfeit your soul, that you will live out a meaningless life, only to return to a world of devils and return to that pain which you so desperately wished to escape. She could sit and play this piano, and gain at least a slice of satisfaction from her accomplishments, but Griever...
A hushed moment fell between the two as he knelt down to eye level with Alarra.He struggled to find the words to convey his views. Although he had to admit, he had no qualms about killing, he was not a cold-blooded assassin; but if he had to kill to bring about a much needed change, then so be it.
"Can I still listen...?" Griever started as he looked Alarra square in the eye. It was unclear how, but Griever managed to make it evident, that although he spoke of one matter, his true intention fell on another. "I want to hear you play, just one more time..." Griever words spoke of a visit, but the meaning of his words clearly conveyed an almost apologetic tone, denoting his desire for change.
Slowly, he rose to his feet, mumbling something, loud enough for only Alaara to hear. He rose to his feet and looked back towards Takumi. "Well Takumi, where do we go from here....?" He asked.
