Kiori was sorry to hear that Rylee did not have a happy tale to tell, yet at the same time she staunchly demanded that he not feel sorry for her. She insisted that she had made peace, but could she really make that claim after throwing her life away to leave her guild? Well, she had made peace with her past, but perhaps not with the world. He shook his head when she asked him if he wanted to know anything else; it was easy enough to put together the rest of the pieces with that. "I wonder how my folks are doing..." he mumbled softly, realizing immediately that he would never know the answer to that question either. It would be foolish to jeopardize either of their families by trying to find them. 

"It's funny how this all worked out," he said instead of consoling Rylee. "Maybe it was all for the best. I only left my guild because you abandoned yours, and the only reason we have a chance to survive is because I'm a trained assassin. We can think of our pasts as unfortunate, or we can see them as the best possible hand we could have been dealt..." Kiori shook his head in mild amusement at his own train of thought.  "They must have messed with my head worse than I realized. I hate all that philosophical nonsense. We're here and we're together. That's enough for me." With that, the pair continued the trek through the woods towards the village that would either be their valiant stand against the Assassin's Guild, or their grave.