Re: first class ; baths
The boy was quiet for a long while, thinking on the conversation that was offered to him. Not a who, but a what, and that was interesting in and of itself. He didn't think himself capable of understanding what that might be, so he didn't pursue it further. Just another fact of the universe to ponder over, but no real answer given that would be understood.
He let out a breath, one that shuttered and echoed in his chest, gazing out over the water, the ripples that continued until the water again became glass-like with its stillness. And then he watched as Death drew up a tendril of water, frozen moments later. "I am not entirely sure that I want to. The things that I thought worth clinging to..." He trailed off, longing in his quiet voice. "A one-sided affection can only sustain a man for so long. It is a miserable life that I will lead, and in the end, no redemption." His lips pursed, and just before the tendril of water shattered, the boy reached towards it, catching shards of ice in his skeleton palm, the pieces falling through like sand through someone's fingers.
He let out another sigh, dropping his hand, his chin to his chest. "I believe you feel more than you would let on," the boy said quietly. "But feeling something leaves you open for ridicule, it displays a weakness that others might exploit." And he knew far too well the price of being exploited, felt it in a heart that still clung to life, to pump the blood through a body that was half there and half not. "If I asked you to, would you?" He turned to look towards Death then, his dark eyes sober, and maybe there was a little more of him gone then, a little more bone on his jaw, death spreading over him like a plague.