Duraza sits on the bed, staring at Rysenel in disbelief. For a while no words are said, Rysenel turning his head to avoid Duraza's gaze. Then Duraza finally decides to speak.
"How? How was he killed," he says, his voice a little weak.
"I'm not sure...only Hasseo was there with him during the fight," Rysenel says, still not bothering to turn his head.
Duraza rises from the bed, clenching his teeth from the pain in his chest, putting on his boots, "Where is Hasseo, I need to talk with him."
"No Duraza, you need rest now, wait till your wou-," Rysenel says before Duraza pushes past him and runs off. He turns around, already seeing Duraza running down the street, "Now he's probably going to get himself hurt again."
Duraza runs down through the streets, frantically searching for Hasseo, grabbing his chest from pain. He runs through the alleys, eventually reaching the tower. immediately he looks upwards, noticing Salesis moving about on the top floor, "Hmm, it may not be a good idea to go up there. Salesis will send me back for sure, besides I doubt Hasseo will be there." He takes one last look and then runs off, passing through the plaza and going through more alleys. He quickly makes his way back to the hole in the wall, seeing a few workers around it planning on how to rebuilt the missing section. For a few minutes Duraza stares at the wall, his mind wandering to the words said by the strange diabolo.
"You are nothing but a servant. Even worst you are the worthless offspring of a family of servants. You disgraced the Ronorok name, my families precious reputation and power dragged in the dirt. For this you must suffer, for this you must pay, because of this you bear that wrectched name. The name of Darkom."
Duraza clenches his fists, his body tensing as he glares at the wall, "I was useless agaisnt that guy....Whats even worst is that Volset had to...had to die for me to live...Me, the useless child of servants." He continues to stare, his mother's words repeating themselves in his head, just as clear and powerful as the day he heard them.
"Yes my son. You are the son of murderers and a murderer you shall be. You will kill countless just as you have done me and tourment the innocent one day. It is your purpose, and one not even you can avoid."
A few tears run down Duraza's face, the painful memory of his mother's words making his chest feel as if it were about to burst, "Is the Ronorok family just another group of people we've hurt? Even without trying it was my existence that ended the lives of others...Just me living is why Volset is dead." Duraza walks through the hole, examining the area, dried blood still on some of the grass. Immediately he falls to his feet, tears streaming down his face, "Why am I forced to suffer so? Why must the Darkom name bear such a horrid past? Why did I, I of all people have to be born to such a wretched family....I rather have not been born at all.."
"Well I'd be happy to end your life," Hasseo says from behind him.
Duraza blinks, turning his head to see Hasseo leaning on the wall, a dark smile on his face, his eyes full of hate.
