Ravensblood Forest the cheerlessness of this grove

Kaworu paused again, to listen with quiet attention at the second coin of wisdom the wild creature offered him. Tilting his head, he nodded solemnly. In truth he could imagination such a world of violence, but to have lived in it must have been something else entirely. Another noted difference between them he could not ignore. I try. Kaworu responded, as he was already a creature of peace and forgiveness. Internally searching, he could not find an honest speck of hate in his heart, and he wondered if somehow this made him lacking or rather was he simply sheltered until now. I do not think this will help me live longer. He added a moment after, bluntly in his smooth manner of speaking, I will die before Winter comes. But I am glad to have shared this with you.