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Franklin wasn't wrong about the secrecy being a problem. Though, Rohan had plenty of time to figure out the situation. His approaches, his predicament, his [i]limits.[/i] The Forest of Ghosts did a number on him mentally, but he liked to think he wasn't so bad off he developed some kind of aversion to trust. Granted, Connie or even his own familiar might disagree, but Connie wasn't here right now, and Root was [i]snoring.[/i] It sounded like branches creaking. The old creature just went ahead and elected to take a nap, unbothered by the world.

[color=298e25]"Back up a moment. I have notes stashed away somewhere, I can find them. I might take you up on that offer, Frank."[/color] Rohan nodded. [color=298e25]"If I do, I'll find some way to make it up to you. I don't know about no longer being human completely, but embracing it isn't easy. When I leave the school, I go into the woods. Sometimes, I end up [i]far[/i] from here. Out there, I can let it loose. Those places are where my curse [i]thrives.[/i] Out there, I can hunt and roam free, and all the Wrong Things of Nature come out to play. I'm like a fugitive to them, the longer I stay in a place where the natural world is in control, the more the monsters hunt me. The more the grass and soil under my feet try to kill me. I don't stop being [i]me,[/i] but it's more like losing a few tenths of a percent than just losing everything at once."[/color]

Rohan watched Sariel pick up a glass of what he could only assume was magic whiskey. He didn't recognize the language on the bottle, the label was an archway draped in moss. It threw sparks as she sipped away at it, and he couldn't help but notice the look in her eyes. She was thinking of [i]something.[/i] Maybe she didn't think it would work, or maybe she'd think about it and get back to him. [i]Odd.[/i]

[color=298e25]"...It's when I come back to places like this, that I shove it under the bed. That's when the monsters my little [i]Ki no Kami[/i] throws at me have no choice but to run away."[/color] He drummed the fingers of one hand over the other. [color=298e25]"I usually do some field experiments, before coming back. I've tried some grizzly rituals a few times that just seem to give a bit of breathing room, I've made artifacts I had to abandon after they backfired. I'll find the notes and research I did a week or so ago, but that's what I'm working with. It's always easier to just push back."[/color]