( by the absent-minded parroting and asato's near-perfect blank expression, the answer is fairly obvious even without him answering it personally. ribika had never really had family names. sometimes ribika don't even really have families -- the sickness and the void had robbed much of them, of their numbers and their good will and their culture. concepts of bonding and love had slowly degraded in the face of their slow extinction. ) No. Sometimes... you are called by the place and people you are from. I am from Kira, so... I would be "Asato of Kira." But... ( his expression darkens, becomes distant. he was no cat of kira any longer... he had left them behind, and desertion was tantamount to death. were he still in sisa, in ransen, he is certain he would face more assassins from his home. )
...no, you should not call me that. ( he seems saddened by that. kira might have offered him nothing but scars, but it is the only home he's ever had. is it wrong he still wishes they would greet him, accept him? even if it were, he feels the thorn of that desire stuck in his heart. )
I should call you Iori then...?
( he tilts his head at the question, his expression growing a little sad again. ) No... Sometimes I see others who look like cats, with ears and tails. But I do not recognize them.
( he's been combing them for konoe, but he still hasn't found him... very troubling for asato, indeed. )
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( by the absent-minded parroting and asato's near-perfect blank expression, the answer is fairly obvious even without him answering it personally. ribika had never really had family names. sometimes ribika don't even really have families -- the sickness and the void had robbed much of them, of their numbers and their good will and their culture. concepts of bonding and love had slowly degraded in the face of their slow extinction. ) No. Sometimes... you are called by the place and people you are from. I am from Kira, so... I would be "Asato of Kira." But... ( his expression darkens, becomes distant. he was no cat of kira any longer... he had left them behind, and desertion was tantamount to death. were he still in sisa, in ransen, he is certain he would face more assassins from his home. )
...no, you should not call me that. ( he seems saddened by that. kira might have offered him nothing but scars, but it is the only home he's ever had. is it wrong he still wishes they would greet him, accept him? even if it were, he feels the thorn of that desire stuck in his heart. )
I should call you Iori then...?
( he tilts his head at the question, his expression growing a little sad again. ) No... Sometimes I see others who look like cats, with ears and tails. But I do not recognize them.
( he's been combing them for konoe, but he still hasn't found him... very troubling for asato, indeed. )