“You’re shackled down by other people. Doesn’t that make you suffer even more?” He’d been free and on his own for a long time now, and powerful enough to handle anything after the fact of a killing. He hadn’t been sure what to expect upon seeing the other half of his soul after ten years, but he was indeed… of the same soul. “Yoh? Why not just run away with me? It won’t be just us. I have a lot of other people who have had these problems and have agreed to help me fight in the Shaman Fight a few years from now. You can finally open up to people and be who you want to be. You won’t have to hide anymore.”

霊 —;; It struck through him like a chord those words. What the other said and somehow, deep in heart he believed what the other said.
‘You can finally open up to people and be who you want to be. You won’t have to hide anymore.’
“I… I’d like that… But can I think about it some first…?" he questioned. To at least tell his mom and grandfather good-bye in his own way. He could leave a note and pack a few things, not much… Because there wasn’t much he wanted to keep other than CDs and his walkman. "I’ll meet you here again… In one day. Will that be alright…?" He would come, he would. But he wanted to make things right first.
"So you’re afraid of people… You’ve gotten along fine with me, though. Anyone who is with me is a Shaman. Most of them...
霊 —;; “Well, I believe you’re a good person. Maybe a lil’ rough around the edges… But if all you’re telling me is true...