"My actions prove otherwise," he pointed out, showing he had this own argument with himself. Wanting desperately to be different, to have a heart. He tried many times to say he was different, but he wasn't. He had been a slave to his Master, allowing Kiriko to go on her own. If he had gone with her that night, could he have protected her? He'd never know now. "I want to know where this Manor is," he admitted, "But I promise you'll be free of me soon." If this place provided answers, he wanted to know of it. To see what they would tell him. Just another reason to go with her. Answers to life were often difficult, so when they were often, he was intelligent enough to know to at least catch a glimpse of it. Ignorance was not bliss. Ignorance was death. Would it be possible he could start over? He was afraid to even dream it. His existence pulled here from his home of Korea, it was possible all links to him would be erased. This unknown place, in time, could be his sanctuary.