Haunted Wood I used to be somebody.

The casual manner of the boy's commentary did give Revui a momentary pause; he could not relate in any way, for as far as he knew his parents remained alive and active upon the mountain. He had never faced the loss of a parent. In fact, he had not faced the loss of anything or anyone - except for Yami, and the thought of that made his gaze darken significantly.

Then the boy offered him food. An exchange. If all he needed were words, Revui could spew some as payment. Whether they made sense or were of value.. Well, that didn't matter so much. The more food he got though, the stronger he would become. The sooner he would heal. So the beast gave a grunted, fine, as a response, and then followed up with a bored command: fetch, boy.