Black Morass Do you ever feel like falling for someone you never thought of falling for?

"an evil." he answered plainly, loosely construing the meaning of scourge... mostly owing to the fact that he didn't have an open dicitonary to refer to, and also because he had used the word for affected flair. "the cause of my death." he proceeded to add, always futile in teaching the juvenesence vocabulary. truthfully he didn't have a name for the wretched appliance. he only knew that even without hands it tightened and garroted and made gore of his throat. he welcomed the boy's apprisal of the thing, head lofted to favor Ramsay a better look.  
slimtorn ears were lured forward at the response to his admittedly contemptuous question. he was only joking at the expense of the kid's anomaly, but surmised correctly that his parents were related. siblings, no less. this might have visibly jarred Absalom, if he wasn't so damn intrigued. instead, his eyebrows lazily drifted up his forehead in an okaaaaay type of way. "fun for the whole family, eh." he smirked.
slowly he rose back to his feet, glancing towards the mutilated hawk then cut his gaze to the blackfeather youth. "what's your name?" he asked, and followed with: "do you know Indra?"