Do what they think that they must

Sorry for the delays in posts on this, This guys surprisingly hard to work posts out with. ._.

There was always the ever-present questioning gnawing in the back of his mind throwing doubt and turmoil over the black behemoths opinions and interpretation of the world around him. The notable affliction of paranoia that lingered around him like a bad smell was almost always amplified by the simple fact that his entire youth was made up of the harsh reality that when someone shows an interest in you they want something. Often its not something you want to give up.

When the female spoke, the very words triggered tiny specks of fear and anguish to fly up, the idea of turning tail and running was always heavily focused on his mind and he took great pains to try and fight those demons. His awkward shuffling, the idea of leaving was cut short when she moved toward, and than past him. The stopping of his breath when he expected a backlash for some unknown insult was eventually released when she spoke, firmly.

Questions were futile, requests just as likely to be ignored. Demands however carried weight, do what you're told and it usually didn't end so bad. Letting his breath out he turned to follow the present leader in this situation, fixing her with a look of curiosity as they began to under-take whatever task 'patrolling the borders' entailed today. Steadying his words several times over in his mind he opted to speak. I said my name. I don't know yours. Speaking the obvious, however calmly this time.