The Jorou-Gumo tugs and measures Praetor’s arms and shoulder length tugging fiercely at his arm. “Dear sir… I’ve always done measurements on men such as yourself, and no matter how hot you apparently are, I’m fine. I’ll just do my job, thank you very much. “ Humming to herself she goes on with writing down in her record book, then extending her measuring tape at him again.
On the other hand, Jeiel was looking at the world passing by on the outer part of the marketplace…. The people and Mamono that went to and fro from one stall to another. “Nothing.” He answered. “You already know who I am and my being in this world for, so…. I leave it to you to how you’ll treat me from now on. If you still accept me around… please. Do so.” Jeiel’s eyes fluttered into a close for a moment. ”I’ll continue to be Jeiel for them… because I know that right now, that is who I am to them. Maybe someday, I’ll cast the doubt that you made me realize about myself…. And other things previously unknown to me will finally come to light.”
At this… Praetor notice that Jeiel wasn’t staring at things… but something unseen.
And it was making the man quiver – in a way not visible to the untrained eye.
Sebyl is shocked at Kathra suddenly burying herself on her chest, sobbing tearfully. She was highly expecting this to happen sooner or later…. But the idea that someone wanted to cry on her and express her woes was still, a bit of new to the Slime. And then… she hears her spur-of-the moment words that almost threw her off.
“Kathra… you can’t say that.” She carefully strokes her head. “Every father wouldn’t find the birthing of a child… the day they’ve grown weaker. If anything…. It would have made them stronger, because they realize that life was brought under their care and it is in their hands to protect and cherish it. Your father…. Is just going through things that need time to heal. Give it time… and you know what? I hope that once my baby is born, Jeiel… will grow stronger for her too.”
At this, she smiles wistfully.