Looking up, Kurtz noticed the spirit standing in front of him, as he nodded gently, lowering his head. "Running, mostly. The Wielder of Water tried to kill me... and he ran... approaching here.... I haven't come to take any blade, neither start a fight or steal any..." He slowly got to his feet, looking towards the spirit as he stared right at her. "...At this moment, I was trying to find at least another person with a blade... someone who is kind enough... just to let me stay with them for a while. I search for a refuge where I won't have the worry of being killed everyday, which is... a fear I always have... I don't want that that fear..... but...." He then slowly removed the bandages and his gloves from his claws, a little pool of blood suddenly forming as he showed both his bleeding claws; scarred and tattered. "at least.... I looked for someone who has a heart to help me heal these scars up..."
