That island? The vacation island.. that wasn’t so far from Hargeon if one went by ship but he still wasn’t happy about it. He still really did not want to step into a ship again, he detested the very notion of it. Still, knowing he’d eventually have to.. it made him shiver. Not that he’d show it to the two, since that’d just be troubling them with pointless stuff, but it didn’t please him. He’d have to figure out a way to get back to mainland eventually. And in that pensive state, as the girl suggested that he could be a ‘transcendent’, he was about to gently correct her about his curse, only to see her in pain.
Fearing that she could fall from that, he quickly crouched down to one knee, gently holding the girl steady so that she wouldn’t fall, looking up at her with concerned eyes. At least, that’s what the shape of his eyes indicated. “Girly! Are you alright? Don’t force yourself!” He said, seeing Nyancelot moving over to her to comfort the girl as well. The suggestion for her to go buy ice cream on her own was surprising and it definitely sounded.. bad, but Bucket chose to just trust him.
The info that came after? It was a lot, to the point where the first thing that came from Bucket’s mouth was pure bewilderment. “..That’s a lot to share with a hobo you just met, sir knight. But I understand. The poor girl.. this is what happens when you trust the Rune Knights to do anything that resembles competence or morally good. Hmph.” He said, standing up while staring off towards the direction that the girl went off to go buy ice cream. Feeling awkward that Nyancelot was the only one to talk about a touchy past, he figured it’d only be fair to share his own. “I know.. of being betrayed. Got left behind as a distraction while my parents ran from a violent preacher mage. He tortured me, broke me and kept me a slave for thirty one years. Now.. hm. I am just a lost creature with a cursed head. Not even as I ran would he just admit defeat. Nah, he cursed my head to forever look ridiculous.”
By that point, the girl arrived and Bucket pat her head to make sure she was alright. He wanted to see the poor child smile, now knowing that she knew the sting of betrayal. Even worse than him, she knew the sting of death. Pain and death are two different things, after all. “Feeling better, girly? The day’s so fine and sunny, it’d be a shame to be sick!” He tried to cheer her up, seeing if she’d go along with him. Maybe he could distract her from those fragmented memories by playing with her in the sand.
Not that he wanted to at least try playing with a girl that could be his daughter so he’d get a feel of what it’s like to be a dad. Nope. Nah. Nuh-uh.