[littl3chocobo]

he ignored both questions, the spoken one was useless and the thought-of one unimportant. he plucked free the last little sprigs of pain and ate them, as he had eaten the book, it was a bitter taste and made him feel sick but it helped his lord and that was all that mattered. he opened his eyes slowly he did not realize until that moment the incredible greenness of them. he wanted to kiss those eyes and so he did, lightly and with care. when he has done this he opened his mouth. 'i do not know how long the food has been in the oven, i will check.' he stood up and left the room.