He floated throughout towns and countries. He passed throughout history and lives and left no evidence of ever having been there.
His smileless lips spoke to no one and his dulling eye observed everything around him.
He was a traveller.
He once had a home, a small room that was still kept for him back at headquarters.
A room without any colour or personality
A room that once had once clashed with his personality and been something he was not
Now it suited him perfectly and he never intended to return.
A far cry from the man he had once been, something had changed.
Maybe it was the lack of photos gracing the shelves of his tiny room, or maybe it was the rings that now adorned underneath his eye.
Something was gone.
The cocky way he would stomp through life, confident swagger and head held high
The permanent smile and the way he saw everything as one big amusement ride
Now replaced with slow movements eyes trained on details
The once long messy bright hair was replaced with a short dull and lifeless mop with a black headband around it.
All the things that made him lavi was abandoned and left behind in the dust
All of the people who made him lavi were abandoned and left behind in the ground.
whenever he ran across Kanda in his travels they didn't speak
No recognition showed
And no smiles were passed
Just one glance that told each of them everything.
That life is behind me
It's over now
You mean nothing to me.
A part of him was glad that Kanda was the only one left
Kanda expected no excuses and he accepted all lies.
It was war
We were useless
We could not fight without innocence
We were not exorcists anymore
It wasn't our fight
He never visited them
I don't know where they are
Excuses Excuses
He knew he'd never visit them
The moment he said those words to Allen
The minute he turned his back on Krory
The look in Lenalee's eyes when she realized what he had done
Her desperate retaliation
It doesn't matter now
That was all in the past
Left behind with the name he had shed and the life he had forgotten
The abandoned "lavi" (like something dirty and wrong) was replaced by a Bookman (one of many, not the first not the last)
A Bookman was replaced by a tired old man with no photographs and black rings around his one tearless eye.
