Strong gusts of wind accompany the dark skies above where silence blossoms heavily. A chill went down Kurapjka’s spine and red eyes come forth. Anger prominent in the way his hand clenches in on itself. Posture strict, slightly shaking with the sight before him. “Let’s go.” He utters as he knelt to the ground beside the one person he grown to love. His desire for revenge made it near impossible to realize how he affects others around him. How his own plan to avenge his clan, made him blind to all things human. “You’re injured because of me. I refuse to lose anyone else so hold on, you’ll be fine. It’s just a scrape.” The blond tries to reassure himself with those words when he moves closer. “Look at me. I’m here, please forgive me.”