Rylee was rationalizing the prospect of killing, and that concerned him. Rationalization was one of the brainwashing tactics the guild used. They started with hunting, something that no reasonable person would object to. [i][color=ed1c24]What, then is the difference between shooting a deer with an arrow and stabbing a man with a sword?[/color] [color=00aeef]A man has a soul! He is sentient![/color] [color=ed1c24]Who is to say a deer does not have a soul of its own? What separates man from beast is adherence to social order. Adherence to law. This man has broken the law. He is but an animal. Now, hunt the animal...[/color][/i] 

It was this twisted form of logic that the guild used to warp the minds of mere children, malleable and gullible, receptive to their teachings. Needless to say, it concerned Kiori to see Rylee doing it of her own accord. "Not cut from the same cloth" she said. Perhaps Rylee knew how to tread the moral ambiguity without falling into darkness, but Kiori didn't want to see her take a single step into the guild's domain. Yet what could he say? There was no way she could wield the paralyzing fear of killing another human being and come out alive against an assassin. It was best if she thought of him as a mere animal, yet that was the path to darkness...

Kiori said nothing about any of this. Although he was silent as Rylee spoke, it was clear that his mind was abuzz; he was brooding again. However, it seemed Rylee wanted to change the subject to something a bit brighter. How was he doing? Just say what he was thinking about? That would just bring them back to the doom and gloom she wanted to get away from. Still, Kiori figured they could use a bit of lightening up after all they had just been through. He let out a sigh and said, "It looks like a nice place. It's a shame our story isn't true. A seaside village like this would be a good place to get a fresh start." He looked out at the ocean, listening to the hiss of the waves as the crashed into the cliff side. He hesitated for a moment, and then continued. "I guess I'm a bit scared, though. I know that I came from this class of people, and I know that there is plenty of kindness among them, but I'm scared to face them." 

He wasn't sure if that was too doomy and gloomy for Rylee, but that was what he was feeling. It was strange that he wasn't afraid of the imminent encounter with their assassin, or even of death. It was actually living among those who undoubtedly harbored an intense hatred for what he was that stirred his uneasiness.