(Okay... Dunno whether you want to continue this? I'm going to make one post that basically gives you the option of replying, or letting me pull him out of the RP? If that's alright with you? Just gonna skip... to the next few hours ahead/morning. Cause that's cliched. =3 )
Art rolled over on his belly and propped himself up on his elbows, gazing at the smoldering embers. For a while, he just lay there, not a thought ticking through his demented mind, but somehow forming up a plan.
Yoru... he'd be looking for him soon, no doubt to try and teach him something new in the art of killing and torture but Art had a feeling he was stronger than Yorutanekke, and he did not need the help of the older man.
Thinking about it.. it was odd... No. Don't think. It's not worth your time. He quickly chided himself. It was no use pondering. Pondering was for slow halfwits.
Well... no use staying here. Sure he was... fond of Titus, but that was just it. He shouldn't. It contradicted his very character. He couldn't bring himself to kill the man now. He had grown soft. Since when had he shied away from killing? Never. And that's what his problem was. It was playing with his head too much.
With his mind made up, he rolled over quitely and rose to his feet. With practiced stealth he packed up his belongings, minus the bedroll and kicked some dirt over the ashes. He quietly stepped outside the cave and slung his bag over his shoulder. With one last glance back at the cave, he made off, not quite sure where he was heading. Just away. Away from his thoughts and away from his problems.