almost : returning

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]Elijah liked to think his reason for returning to the island was because he couldn't keep running from his memories forever. Sooner or later he would have to return home. And while the boy could have decided to make a new one, his avoidance and fear of The Typhoon would only continue to blossom and grow against him. He did not want to allow his memories to continue to sicken and rot. Then again, hope still existed within his mind. Although he continues to pretend that it is an aspect of him that he has abandoned, part of him still continues to exist in hope - a hope to see at least someone from his family again. Yet, so far, the closest thing he has had to a family reunion was with Goldenluxury but even then he struggles to feel the joy he was expecting when he saw her. He continues to hesitate and fear the frailty of love and mortality. Still, he was home again. He was no longer feeling guilty for eating the food his rats brought him because he knew that his rats had it easier now. They didn't have to worry anymore.

He doesn't think he has ever met Bubonicplague. He probably has never even seen the creature around. Then again, it was difficult to remember anything from so far back. It was only the prominent ones he could remember, the big events that he treasured or became trapped by. As Elijah approaches himself, he is already well aware of the exchange made between the two of them. Or at least aware enough, as Thirteen had already scampered over as quickly as possible. Thirteen's eyes and ears were his eyes an ears. Tail dragging behind him, the boy furrows his soft brows as he catches on the stranger's speech. He knew this male was returning from what Thirteen had heard but he cannot bring himself to recognise him. Complications, his mind echoes. He was not around during the eruption. He had left long before it and it was also during the time his rats no longer wandered around to keep tabs, waiting patiently for any signs of Luca and Junji returning. It was when he had lost hope that he allowed his patrolling rats to return by his side.

The eyes of a blind man makes him mildly uncomfortable. The panaroma his eyes saw meant so much to Elijah that he would not want to imagine a possibility of losing his own vision. It is frightening but the boy does his best not to show his discomfort. Maybe the stranger wasn't actually blind? Maybe it was just his eyes. "Help would be very nice. We're currently replanting trees and trying to restore the Necro Mambas' temple. I think we need most help with the temple," the demiangel mews. Replanting trees with the help of his rats were easy, but anything requiring heavy lifting and reconstructing was out of Elijah's capabilities to do alone with his rats. "And welcome back, sir. My name is Elijah Rosario. Is there anything you need yourself?"