*takes the cup and sips from it, a sad smile gracing my lips*And yet, you feel. How could you be an unevolving, earth cursed for death if you feel? The reason im still here is that i find your company pleasing, dear knight. Though you do remind me greatly of myself when i was younger. *chuckles＆sighs*I dont mind not getting an answer, sir. Im curious, not naive. There are many secrets a human should never learn. And i thanked you for letting me know that i had hurt you because i loathe the idea.
*He looks upon them and slowly lets his arm calm down upon the surface of the table, he took the cup and moving it closer to the empty space between his helmet and his chest, he started pouring the hot tea into his empty hole where once his neck was. A cracking sound is heard as his burned skin twists when he returns back to his sitting position, the cup gently lands on the table, the glowing ember which represents the knights eye looks upon them.*
Feeling cursed may answer your question of the feelings, my lady. Look around you. We sit in a old abbandoned house, that was left my monster kind in a long time. Kept together only by the scraps and bits of equipment i have been able to reconstruct or master by my own…abilities. Your curiosity is only…really scary. Forgive me the cruel remark. You arent a thief, agressor nor a person which would wish to harm me. Yet experience taught me, not to trust the look of a face gentle and kind, for even in the whitest of irises, hides a spark of rubiish intent of a murderer.
*Your remark about graditude seems to caught the knight unprepared.*
Your words surprise me…are you a…one of these alchemists called scientists ? Conjurer of some sort ? Your abilities…*his voice became more quiet, mysterious, dangerous..*…are not human.