"Teach me...? What, [i]you're[/i] going to teach me?" Kael pressed incredulously, smiling bitterly as he shook his head and looked at the dancing flames before him, "Or do you mean this Maria woman? I don't imagine she'll be any happier to hear about what happened to our Master." There was a comment to Josephine's suggestion she could so easily kill him but he let it pass, having no desire to argue over the fact. He would welcome death if she wanted to give it to him, and if he was forced to live then he'd devote himself to making sure she reached this woman. Hardly caring for his own life any longer he leaned forward and reached out, adjusting a stray branch into the flames and watching as it was eaten away. The sight of their master going up in a storm of blood was burned into his mind not unlike the fire swallowing the branches before him, engulfed and furious. Shame that alcohol was so difficult to find or he could indulge and with luck forget if only for a moment what he'd done. Call it cowardice to not face his failure but he wanted no part of it.

Kael flinched as something was thrown his way and awkwardly caught the bound book, arching an eyebrow at it as Josephine explained its contents. Was this their master's journal? Wasn't that sort of... Personal? Doing as he was told he opened up to the page and skimmed the writing between the pages, his eyes widening with each passing sentence. No doubt about it then, either their master was delusional from a feverish dream or Josephine was indeed his daughter. So he had killed her father then, her second father, or was it her first? Semantics aside it was a feeling that Kael himself knew all too well and not a day went by that he didn't miss his family, having watched them torn away from him by his own father, twisted into the very beast they had hunted. The agony of loss was something many knew these days and yet not everyone empathized with one another, most shut themselves off and became isolated and hostile, far and few between showed any compassion. Whether through a blessing or a curse he was one of the latter.

"Don't worry, I hate myself right now too so it's mutual. If we're both lucky I'll end up beast food before we reach the Clocktower." They shouldn't be resting here no matter how much their hearts ached and their bodies heavy, sitting here invited the beasts to set upon them. Traveling unguided by their master would have made Kael ecstatic any other day and today it merely filled him with a sense of dread. "If you're not going to kill me yet then fine, that means I'm doing my job. Which means get up..." Grabbing his weapon from the floor Kael released the string and broke his blade into two, his legs like iron as he forced himself to walk towards the edge of the building. Peering around the two corners he remained silent for a moment, making certain nothing was nearby before returning to Josephine. "If we're resting it will be inside a building, staying outside would be inviting death..." he muttered as he gestured for Josephine to rise, "And I'll be damned if I fail my job on the first night..."