Over a week ago..*
He hadn't ever stopped running. From the moment he burst from the Great Hall into the street, his feet pounded the ground relentlessly. His legs surged with pain on every footfall. His chest burned when he heaved lungfuls of the cold air. But he kept running.
His first destination was Dantra's ship where he cleaned out his room of his few possessions: a comb and a small knife. Then, it was his own room at the Red Dragon Inn. He left it in shambles with open drawers flung out onto the floor and over the bed. Once he had all his belongings packed away in his bag and had stolen a good amount of food, he set off once more. He didn't even say goodbye to Peckles, his puppy, who was asleep soundly in the corner.
He hadn't ever stopped crying either, and his tears were far past the point of being stemmed with simple wipes of the hand. He'd need to stop, bury his face into his quilt-cloak, and just sob for an hour. But he didn't have time for that. He needed to get as far away from this place as he could. As far away from *them* as he could.
He'd realized something tonight, talking to Lady. Being around someone who thought lowly of you wasn't good for you. Lady wanted to be accepted, she wanted to be seen for who she was, not what she was. But try as he might, Toby was never quite able to totally get past her vampire half. When he looked at her, even though he saw his friend, he also saw that Yoma that had devoured his family and friends before his very eyes.
And it was the same for Lisa too. Being around a Human wasn't good for her.. Humans hated the Claymore, and being around him was certain to stir anger or resentment in his friend. She'd been saying it all along, but he had refused to listen. He owed her his life and he wanted to stay close to her so that one day, maybe, he could help her somehow. But he just got in the way. He was useless. He was a *kid*. She would be better off without him.
They all would.
So entranced by these depressing thoughts and too preoccupied with wiping his eyes to make sure he could see where he was running, Toby didn't notice his travel companion.
The man in black, glasses shining in what little light surrounded them, easily closed in on the running child. The brim of his fedora cast even a deeper shadow over his face. He raised his hand and sent it like a knife right into Toby's neck, at the base of his skull. The child immediately dropped like a stone into the man's arms.
With his new cargo, the man melted into the darkness.
He hadn't ever stopped running. From the moment he burst from the Great Hall into the street, his feet pounded the ground relentlessly. His legs surged with pain on every footfall. His chest burned when he heaved lungfuls of the cold air. But he kept running.
His first destination was Dantra's ship where he cleaned out his room of his few possessions: a comb and a small knife. Then, it was his own room at the Red Dragon Inn. He left it in shambles with open drawers flung out onto the floor and over the bed. Once he had all his belongings packed away in his bag and had stolen a good amount of food, he set off once more. He didn't even say goodbye to Peckles, his puppy, who was asleep soundly in the corner.
He hadn't ever stopped crying either, and his tears were far past the point of being stemmed with simple wipes of the hand. He'd need to stop, bury his face into his quilt-cloak, and just sob for an hour. But he didn't have time for that. He needed to get as far away from this place as he could. As far away from *them* as he could.
He'd realized something tonight, talking to Lady. Being around someone who thought lowly of you wasn't good for you. Lady wanted to be accepted, she wanted to be seen for who she was, not what she was. But try as he might, Toby was never quite able to totally get past her vampire half. When he looked at her, even though he saw his friend, he also saw that Yoma that had devoured his family and friends before his very eyes.
And it was the same for Lisa too. Being around a Human wasn't good for her.. Humans hated the Claymore, and being around him was certain to stir anger or resentment in his friend. She'd been saying it all along, but he had refused to listen. He owed her his life and he wanted to stay close to her so that one day, maybe, he could help her somehow. But he just got in the way. He was useless. He was a *kid*. She would be better off without him.
They all would.
So entranced by these depressing thoughts and too preoccupied with wiping his eyes to make sure he could see where he was running, Toby didn't notice his travel companion.
The man in black, glasses shining in what little light surrounded them, easily closed in on the running child. The brim of his fedora cast even a deeper shadow over his face. He raised his hand and sent it like a knife right into Toby's neck, at the base of his skull. The child immediately dropped like a stone into the man's arms.
With his new cargo, the man melted into the darkness.