“I do,” he answered, though as vacant of emotion as he could make it, it was without hesitation this time. “Some of it anyway. I certainly had nothing to do with man-eating snakes or ghosts in the park, and I had no idea what was even happening until I ran into an old friend.” He wasn’t going to lie when he felt some responsibility about even past events he had no way of controlling. In hindsight he wished he could have done something, but saying he just didn’t know felt like an excuse now. Even if it couldn’t be helped.
Kyu-Sik took a deep breath of his own. Were it any other person, he knew that he couldn’t have been able to say anything. He was about to tell secrets that no one should have been told. Secrets that normally needed to be kept for the sake of his own life. However, this was someone he trusted and someone who wouldn’t have the opportunity to speak of them later. “It was a long time ago. A very… very long time ago, I was someone else. It’s hard to explain it, but in another life I was the religious leader of a society whom dedicated themselves to a god known as Fate. My job was to act as a link between Fate and its people.”
That was the quick summary of it all, at least when it came to who he really was. It was the nicer way of saying he was the pope of a cult, since he wasn’t going to call himself a pope and he wasn’t going to call it a cult. When he thought about it, Donovan was probably the last person who wanted to hear anything about religion. But for Kyu-Sik, it did seem like a different matter than Christianity. He could verify the religion he lead as genuine without having to argue scriptures that lacked proof. Though talk of reincarnation must have sounded just as crazy.
“I’m not sure how else to explain it, I just…” He paused, but then tapped deliberately tapped his shoulder with the tattoo he knew Donovan had seen. “This just appeared one morning, but in that past it was my promise to my duties. I’ve known since early June, but I didn’t want it to get in the way…” Of his normal life? Of their friendship? He could’ve made a list, but he refrained from continuing there. His dark eyes turned back to the sand, and he quietly waiting to see how Donovan was taking all of this in.