”Freedom…” he repeated to himself.
Maybe that was the thing that he craved. Freedom. He spent half his eyes life running away, so that he might live. And he managed to run away. Was this what it meant to be free? Had he finally let go of the past that haunted him? He had still yet to figure those questions out. But one thing for sure, the word freedom seemed so alluring, as if it was calling him, as if it was his destiny.
Ren had already been slaying monsters all around, whichever came pass by him and thought that Ren was a meal. Only to be slain right afterwards. So it would be nothing new to him. The guild’s goal seemed to be aligned with his values, Ren noticed. Except the part where they help each other out. That felt very alien to Ren.
”Like a clan.” he mentioned. Identifying a few similarities. Slowly remembering what it was like to be around a group of people from when he was a child.
Once his eyes were done wondering around, he looked at Yuurei, as if waiting for him to lead the way again.