They packed me some. I'm running low. It's okay. I'm good at fishing.

[It's his favorite chore, and he's practiced at gutting and cleaning too. The fish don't seem to be biting today, though. Things are looking grim with it getting colder, darker, wetter. It's quiet, the forest still just coming to life this time of year, so there isn't even much in the way of animals or insects making noise yet. Not even any demons. Just him.

It's not hard to see how this is a bad memory - it's lonely and bleak, especially for a kid this age, even for someone used to being alone.

Raidou still keeps his pole in the water, and his eyes on the surface for any movement.]

... They wanted me to stay closer. To the village. Where the weaker demons hide. [He makes a little bit of a face at that idea.] Weaker ones know we won't bother them. More dangerous ones stay away. So I went farther.

[Farther out that he was supposed to wander, and now he's a little lost, and the village elders are wondering where the hell he got to. While technically he's not to come back without a demon of his own, they're not going to let the kid die out here either. Someone will come looking for him in another day or so, but he doesn't know that yet.

He sighs quietly, sparing Ratio a sideways glance for just a moment.]

None out here though. Not yet. Haven't felt them. But I'll find one.