[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

Arata jumped with joy at the cinnamon stick, though after hugging it he broke it in half and gave the other half to Rie since it was rightfully earned by her to begin with, "For you." He chewed on the stick energetically while waiting to see if Nobuo would snap or break down.

Taboo magic without receiving backlash must have been something that was planned by the elders, Nobuo thought. And the thought of having four arms made him feel disgusted over himself, since that meant being something that was that much closer to an insect, and he hated insects. He shuddered from imagining the image, and turned around to face the two again. And of course, the thought of not being his father's son, at least not biologically, seemed to creep up on him. Nobuo touched the necklace and took it off, "So we are all damned, correct?" Nobuo shoved the necklace into his pouch, and would remove it once he returned to the temple. He turned around again and started to walk back in the direction where they had come from, "And you continue trying to live like that? You never fight back? Don't you have other hopes and dreams other than being tugged by a leash?"