Keng glanced away and let out a sigh. He wanted to tell Ritsuka about all that happened, but did Ritsuka even remember him? He debated about it and in the end, decided he didn't want to risk it.
"It's been… Crazy." Keng started. "I don't really remember much. It's b-been such a blur… I went to do a job and things went south, really. It was do or die. Bad string of luck and loads of…" Keng winced even thinking about it. His lies may have been shallow, but his emotions were deep. The intense training he went through, the many, many, many close calls to death, and the curses… He shuddered, not wanting to think about it.
Keng shifted in his spot, looking up at the ceiling. "When was the last time I even rested in a warm place" He pondered aloud. Keng let himself go, lying on the bed. It felt good. It felt way better than the beds in the Tomb.
