Thoughts About A Concept

"When we get there, we will know more than before," Arc mumbled, still not sparing the other blobling a single glance. 

Sometimes Lain felt like Arc was simply talking to himself and not Lain. It wasn't as if he was offended by it, though. Arc was much more interesting this way. To see so deep into someone else wasn't anything common. It was fascinating at the least and captivating at best.

"Argh!"

The sudden halt of Arc and the outcry of discomfort made Lain stop and look over. He watched the other crouch down to dig his claws into his face for a second, before he got up again. 

Then continuing as if nothing had happened.

"Are you alright?" Lain asked, floating after the other in a hurry. 

"No," Arc answered. His gaze fixated on the reddish sand beneath his feet. "I am not sure." 

"Unhelpful," Lain responded, but didn't press it. 

Maybe paws weren't all that great, after all. 

They continued their travels in silence for a while. It was generally hard to tell for Lain how long their ventures took. Sometimes he was sure that they took too long.

"Do you want a break?" Lain looked over to his companion, who simply continued to stride forward. "We could both use one." 

"Could we?" Arc answered, rare amusement in his voice. That was also strange. Did Arc think he was above everyone else? Did he believe he was some sort of omnipotent being that did not follow the same concepts of anyone else? 

Lain started to believe this was the case. Knowing how unabashedly Arc would charge into situations he deemed 'unrightful', an idea the other had brought with him when he had arrived and the reason why he had been so quick in growing limbs. 

Ignoring the other's answer, Lain simply continued to follow the other, the seemingly endless sand in his vision and the bright sky above them. 

In this light, Arc's strange halo was almost invisible to the bare eye if it hadn't been for the color above them. What a strange idea. 

Something about this imaginary sparked  in Lain's mind. A faint concept about good and evil and the representation of these. 

Wings...

Halos...

Divine interferences in the lives of commoners over things that had not been decided by them. 


And then, Arc finally stopped to sit down for a while.