Post by Ken Shirogane on Jul 23, 2023 18:11:02 GMT
While the scenery left much to be desired as far as having anything pleasing to see, they did come across something interesting. As they were walking a group of Hollows appeared in the distance, all surrounding one lonely soul who was screaming in terror, begging for help, begging them to let him go. For a minute the group surrounding the lone soul seemed to pause drinking in the man's pleas and cries of terror, all the while preparing to pounce.
Jìnrù took in the scene with a blank expression, but internally he felt a mix of emotions that his body could not express beyond an obvious rigidity. His body was stiff, his fists clenching as he watched. The monsters though mostly unintelligent were like cats in their cruelty, playing with their food, savoring the fear and the fact that part of their "hunger" would be sated. That at least in some regard they would be slightly less hollow, if only for a moment. And the taste, that feeling, was like a narcotic, an ambrosia for the soul at the cost of another.
He both did and did not pity the soul that was about to be consumed. Sad for the loss, for the hollowness they would soon experience. Yet also for the hollow that would consume the man, who would only experience the brief taste of fullness that came with consuming a soul.
He could not bring himself to act, he did not know what feeling was the right one. Even if he killed the hollow and saved the soul... Then what?
He had the sense that he could take the soul back to the human world if he wanted to. From here to the world of the living... But what would be the point? The soul could just be attacked and consumed again later, or naturally corrode into a hollow. If they were not properly saved anyway... It wasn't impossible for them to pass on to the spirit world. But he had no way of doing that himself. Grunting with distaste he looked to the Thing, curious if it had any desire to act before the soul was consumed. Heck, perhaps even wishing to consume the soul themselves, he could not be sure.
All Jìnrù knew for the moment was that he himself did not have enough motivation to save the soul. He felt pity, but it wasn't enough to bring him to act. Like watching someone getting mugged in an alleyway and not wanting to get involved even when you had a gun. He didn't see enough benefit for himself, nor for the soul in question.
Jìnrù took in the scene with a blank expression, but internally he felt a mix of emotions that his body could not express beyond an obvious rigidity. His body was stiff, his fists clenching as he watched. The monsters though mostly unintelligent were like cats in their cruelty, playing with their food, savoring the fear and the fact that part of their "hunger" would be sated. That at least in some regard they would be slightly less hollow, if only for a moment. And the taste, that feeling, was like a narcotic, an ambrosia for the soul at the cost of another.
He both did and did not pity the soul that was about to be consumed. Sad for the loss, for the hollowness they would soon experience. Yet also for the hollow that would consume the man, who would only experience the brief taste of fullness that came with consuming a soul.
He could not bring himself to act, he did not know what feeling was the right one. Even if he killed the hollow and saved the soul... Then what?
He had the sense that he could take the soul back to the human world if he wanted to. From here to the world of the living... But what would be the point? The soul could just be attacked and consumed again later, or naturally corrode into a hollow. If they were not properly saved anyway... It wasn't impossible for them to pass on to the spirit world. But he had no way of doing that himself. Grunting with distaste he looked to the Thing, curious if it had any desire to act before the soul was consumed. Heck, perhaps even wishing to consume the soul themselves, he could not be sure.
All Jìnrù knew for the moment was that he himself did not have enough motivation to save the soul. He felt pity, but it wasn't enough to bring him to act. Like watching someone getting mugged in an alleyway and not wanting to get involved even when you had a gun. He didn't see enough benefit for himself, nor for the soul in question.