[Not that he would literally run away to begin with. Simply up and leave, that he would do without a doubt, and while he remains dubious as to the point of the silence— he isn't fully convinced it's simply meant to avoid the attention of people who aren't part of this tribe— he does prefer to err on the side of caution.
His head remains turned, but his gaze flicks to the screen, eyes narrowing a bit at the name Yaldabaoth. Again, his gaze lingers on the screen...
He... "deserves" to know the full story.
After reading the rest of it, his gaze becomes transfixed upon that particular word. There's a lot of emotions that come up in regards to it. Anger. Righteousness. Disbelief. A bitter, sardonic sort of amusement.
Does he really want to know? What difference does it make... he'd... died, hadn't he?
...
So much about all of this is still so damn confusing, and to be honest... he hadn't found the strength to sit down and really think about it all. After what had happened in the Metaverse, he'd been exhausted down to his very soul. Maybe he had survived, and he still had a chance to exact his revenge... but he'd become so numb to his own pain that he'd forgotten how much his whole damn life hurt until Akira came along and tore all those wounds open.
... he still feels raw and wholly unbalanced.
So he does what he usually does when he doesn't feel like talking: he leaves. Or attempts to, at least, though he doesn't anticipate being stopped. It isn't as though Akira ever tried to stop him from leaving before.]
yes yes he's crow, you're hilarious, a real joker
His head remains turned, but his gaze flicks to the screen, eyes narrowing a bit at the name Yaldabaoth. Again, his gaze lingers on the screen...
He... "deserves" to know the full story.
After reading the rest of it, his gaze becomes transfixed upon that particular word. There's a lot of emotions that come up in regards to it. Anger. Righteousness. Disbelief. A bitter, sardonic sort of amusement.
Does he really want to know? What difference does it make... he'd... died, hadn't he?
...
So much about all of this is still so damn confusing, and to be honest... he hadn't found the strength to sit down and really think about it all. After what had happened in the Metaverse, he'd been exhausted down to his very soul. Maybe he had survived, and he still had a chance to exact his revenge... but he'd become so numb to his own pain that he'd forgotten how much his whole damn life hurt until Akira came along and tore all those wounds open.
... he still feels raw and wholly unbalanced.
So he does what he usually does when he doesn't feel like talking: he leaves. Or attempts to, at least, though he doesn't anticipate being stopped. It isn't as though Akira ever tried to stop him from leaving before.]