Muddy Paths and Rainy Days [Open]

[♥Ginny♥]

Dove's eyes hardened slightly and she looked at the boy. Yes he helped her but there was something wrong about him. His attitude almost reminded him of her father. She shivered from fear at that though. "No you didn't but it is only respectful. You saved my life and for that I will always be grateful. Whether you like or not. You did something kind today in saving my life. And that I won't forget."

A battle she looked at her pokemon and frowned. She didn't want to battle him. But he saved her life and if that was his request she would full fill it. As long as her pokemon where not seriously injured. "Ok a battle once me and my pokemon are healed."

[Will]

Will met the girl's eyes with his own. Emerald irises bore into her dark orbs with enough force to cut through her soul and beyond. He was able to detect the hint of something within her study, lurking beneath the surface. Maybe his previous assessment had been slightly off. There was a bit of steel wrapped in that silk sheath she laid over it in a sheath of fragility and dark cloth. Untempered and lacking a fine sharpened edge, but there. It made the teen raise his opinion of her, ever so slightly. Still as naive and green because of the way, in his opinion because of how he found her, but less innocent. After all, who was innocent these days? There was no such thing any more, only levels of guilt now. The only exception probably being a child and even then it was there as soon as they gained the capacity to speak lies. Everyone had a slight corruption to them. Everyone.

Then he spotted a slight shake in her shoulders. Was she cold? The blankets were thin, but he doubted it. There was something more to it. However, he didn't feel like delving into another person's life. Their life, their problems. They could kindly leave him out of it. Will only wanted what would help him, now or in the long run. To comfort this girl, a girl he would most likely never seen again, would only be a waste of effort. Just like saving her insignificant life had been. He wanted to grind his teeth as she continued to speak. To rage at her. What if he hadn't been there? What if he had left her? Respect? What was respect? He wasn't some hero worthy of praise. Will didn't want to be either. Respect and gratitude didn't stop people from shunning others like lepers and monsters!

Sure, she may not forget. But all it would take is one small reason to dismiss it as nothing, one chance at gaining something out of it to turn on a savior. She wouldn't forget, but she'd ignore it. Maybe there would be lingering guilt afterward or a bit of doubt as she went to use him as a stepping stone, but she'd get over it. Everyone was human. Everyone had flaws. But at least Will could accept that he wasn't someone out of a stupid fairy tale. How could she lay there and say such things? Oh, of course he had saved her life. That survivors' guilt and happiness from being alive. Will wondered what her last thoughts would have been if he dropped her on the run here.

Would she despair and be shocked by his will to survive? Would she expected him, a fellow human being, to care for her safety when it cost him his own? And what if he pushed the issue and demanded payment? Ordered her to hand over one of her pokemon for his future use. He could have just taken the pokemon earlier as they had been wounded, he could have just captured them and not even tried to save her. Will ran his hand through his hair once more, catching the last statement from her and trying to reign in his anger. She couldn't have been the cause for all the cruelty of his thoughts. This had been to long of a day apparently and now he was ready to lash out at anyone and anything. That didn't mean she deserved it.

Heaving a sigh, he stood straighter as the pain was pushed away by blind stubbornness and anger. "Well, I'll be around when you feel up for it. If you change your mind, fine." He honestly didn't care anymore. He just wanted to leave now. He was tired and didn't even know why he was angry anymore. A cigarette called for him. So he made his way to the door, shirt still over his shoulder and hair still slicked back messily. The breeder didn't expect her to follow through on the request so he'd need to make plans for training around here. Perhaps he could do that now. Will was still aching, but sleep was far from his mind now. Too many thoughts rattle around in his head.

(OOC: This is the most likely IC reaction. You can end the thread in the next post and let Will walk out or your character can call to him to keep the convo going.)