[ Strength isn't worth all of that, Kim privately thinks. What's the use of strength if it comes only from the ability to evade that which chases you? Surely there are better, less traumatic ways of training your skills, even if the youths of his Clan wouldn't have as strong a motivation as not losing their eyes. But he doesn't voice this thought. What good would it do anyway? While strength must be nice, the true reason for hiding from them must be because they don't want to lose their eye. Who would? Kim's barely getting by with two of them. ]

But you are no longer in a human society, where ayakishi are the intruders, yes? Now, you're in their territory. [ He glances around them, at all of the various demons that surround them. He wishes that they weren't in their territory, really. Wouldn't it be nice if they were surrounded with only other Lost Souls? Sure, they'd all be the sorts of assholes that got sent to Hell in the first place - assuming, of course, that that's true - but at least Kim knows how to deal with thieves, murderers and knaves. That hopping umbrella creature? He can't deal with that.

He lets out a breath, pinning a decoration up on the stall. ]

Ah, but think nothing of it. I wasn't worried about that. [ Maybe he should be, but even in this place, it seems too distant of a fantasy for him to even feel real concern about. ] I suspect they'd want little to do with me anyway. I've got nothing to offer them.

[ No burning hatred, no contracts, no particular supernatural skills. He doubts anyone would look at him twice. He's just normal. As he likes it. ]