Often, those dealing in seedy business, from thievery to trafficking to murder, had to train themselves to be wont to suspect everyone and everything at having an ulterior motive; and also to be able decipher between liars and those that were truly inculpable. Kaito, though a criminal indeed due to his affiliation with the Underground, did not obtain a habit such as this. He allowed his empathy to better read a person than to constantly hold a suspicion and fearing for his own safety. For the most part, he knew he could hold his own should trouble strike unexpectedly and would roll and rumble with the flow of trouble that came his way. His mind was trained to expect the unexpected all the while maintaining a lack of time consciousness. After all he was immortal and had no reason to worry about the future as other creatures might.
But tonight was different. Not so much in the fact that here he was tied to a chair in middle of a small dark room with another of his kind blushing shyly at him, but in the fact that he had found another. Even now, he did not know what to make of it for the prospect had little to no significance as of now. Yet he pondered when he considered his own words. Indeed she was looking for her lifemate, and how would that affect him? What if, beyond all circumstances, perceptions, hopes, dreams, lives, deaths, and world, that he, Kaito Cadeyrn, was her the lifemate she had been searching for her entire existence? Indeed then what was he to do? Kaito, having never been in love before, could not understand the formal processes of love, only able to understand the intensity of such emotions involved. Perhaps his empathy would be to his advantage and would have no trouble in loving her or vice versa. Or maybe he was nothing to her at all but another Carpathian with no connection to her lifemate. Kaito ignored both ideas and would let the event unfold as it happened.
He rewarded her with kind eyes this time, eyes filled with sympathy and all the understanding he could manage. Silence again filled the spaces all around them; it seemed to become a habit this evening. He listened to her self-pity and still said nothing for he recognize self-contemplation when he saw/heard it. No, he did not think that she was a desperate fool, merely a victim of the legacy of her breed. Kaito had chosen not to become a slave to the lifemate business long ago but he wasn't going to lay down his ideals on her with impudent reproach. All the pieces seemed to fit together now, though. She's lonely, indeed, he thought, peering down at the floor solemnly and conclusively.
Then she broke the silence once more. "Something?" he questioned trying to smile once more at the sound of her voice perking up. "Considering I can't run anywhere, being tied up and all," he tried jumping in his chair again, catching himself when he nearly fell over, "I don't see any reason why not. I've got nothing to hide. What do you want to know?"
