[@WildChocobo]

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"A wish?" he asked in response to Berserker's elaboration and claims. "Also you said masters? What are you then, if I'm a master."

A wish, a relic that could grant a wish. If such a thing was true then would he compete for it? and what would he want?
The answer was obvious, to be normal, to get rid of this sight. The damage was done, he wouldn't ever feel normal, he wouldn't ever be a normal person, completely part of the crowd. The years with this abnormality that set him apart from others already shaped him, just like how his body had finished its growth. But if he could see them and not know. The ignorance, the lack of pain and the need to avoid touching them. He wouldn't have to pretend he couldn't see things. 

...Well, he wouldn't change much, but it would be much more convenient. 

"There's something I would want that I couldn't get otherwise, Berserker. I'll be your master, then. You asked about what I meant by this bracelet looks like you? I see things, things no one else can see. There's something about you plain to the eye that's different from normal people, and that something is in that bracelet too. It seemed special because of that." he continued to hold it out for a few moments. Toshi leaned against the side of the entrance, staring out once he pocketed the braclet, instead of putting it back on his wrist. "Well, maybe there's something to it anyway. What I usually see is more... pain, to put it simply. Everyone has something that hurts, something that hurt them and lingers. Things don't fully heal, physical or mental, you're always changed a bit and you can always see proof that it happened there's always a trace of the damage done to you. I can see it, I guess."

There was more to it than that but he wasn't inclined to tell everything to someone, even if he seemed to hardly be normal himself.
He lived with this secret all his life. Now, when he spoke it, it seemed so light and small compared to the memories and weight it added to his life. It was just a thing about him, just like how his hair was black. There was no real sense of release as he shared with it.
There was no sense of a terrible secret shared. No, Berserker, as he called himself, was still just a stranger. It just felt odd.


Well, he supposed he had one last thing to explain about himself.

"Well, I just happened to be in the area after looking into a job possibility.." Toshi explained "The nearby cemetary." he elaborated after a little while. He began to spin his phone around in his grasp, suddenly more interested in it than anything else. "Not much to say. It's a bit far away from other places, so it probably would pay decently. I  just came to this ghost house because I heard rumors and didn't feel like going back to the city proper just yet."