[admittedly, he's a bit touch shy when it comes to the supportive types of touch- ones that have deeper meaning than "get out of the way!" or done as part of an agreement, like shaking hands. vulnerability in Vein is something that has, historically, led to death. or, rather, second death. Louis looks down at Yona's hand on his arm and his expression remains more or less the same. he understands the gesture, and it doesn't make him overly uncomfortable, he's just. not used to it, really. and at that touch, she should feel a temperature not quite right for normal humans, regardless of how cold or how warm it is outside.
but maybe she's right.
he's spent so much of his secondary life under the impression that fate, the divine- all of that meant nothing in the face of personal willpower. he had a dream he needed to fight for. a world at peace, where revenants didn't starve and humans still thrived. a compromise that only a very few of the vampiric race shared with him. the reality of it was, at the time, that bloodsprings were drying up. the supply was dying, and with it came a personal war for every single BOR-infested body out there to fight just to live on.
the regret in Louis' expression is ever persistent.]
You're a kind person.
[stated in a very matter-of-fact tone, as he acquiesces and takes his coin, bending down to his knees in seiza and places a coin in there.
and realizes that he's particularly out of place.]
no subject
but maybe she's right.
he's spent so much of his secondary life under the impression that fate, the divine- all of that meant nothing in the face of personal willpower. he had a dream he needed to fight for. a world at peace, where revenants didn't starve and humans still thrived. a compromise that only a very few of the vampiric race shared with him. the reality of it was, at the time, that bloodsprings were drying up. the supply was dying, and with it came a personal war for every single BOR-infested body out there to fight just to live on.
the regret in Louis' expression is ever persistent.]
You're a kind person.
[stated in a very matter-of-fact tone, as he acquiesces and takes his coin, bending down to his knees in seiza and places a coin in there.
and realizes that he's particularly out of place.]
... Can you teach me how to pray?