"I do anything that needs to be done..." Griever said plainly,"...A jack of all trades, if you will..." Griever said as he scratched the back of his head. He couldn't believe himself; here he stood, conversing more with Satu, a woman he had met moments ago, as though they had actually known each other, but then again, the fact that he was talking this much was already far from his character. He couldn't explain it, but for the first time in a long time, he felt something besides grief, and whatever this was, he didn't want it to end.
Griever finally snapped out of his daze, to realize that he drifted off for a few moments. He looked down and watched as the children scampered between them. As he looked at the people that surrounded him, he began to truly realize how much he and Satu stuck out from the norm of this place, but in the midst of his thoughts, a dark presence manifested itself within him.
'Such wretched things....kill them.....' The voice echoed within his mind, calling endlessly for the blood of those around him. Griever clutched his head for a moment, but did so casually as to not draw attention to it. He shook his head slightly, and returned his attention to Satu. "...I'm sorry, I haven't even told you my name." Griever said, "My name is Asura..." Griever's mind raced after the words escaped his lips. He had abandoned that name long ago, and yet it escaped his lips so naturally. He began to wonder what this woman was. A mage, a sorceress of some kind, enchanting Griever under a spell of some sort. "...The world knows me, as Griever." He said, the last thing he wanted was to remember his past; no, there was no turning back for him.