2020-0906 – Yuri

[Yuri – Stores – BoL – NA]

It’s been about 2 years since he was promoted to funeral director, Yuri now in charge of handling clients requests, arranging the ceremonies etc. it was more work, yes, but he didn’t mind it. It was all a part of the art of an undertaker, from the cadaver to deciding what flowers are present at the service. To him, it was all enjoyable, it was his passion… but did he love it just because it’s what he enjoys or because it also kept him away from something? Something he dreaded?

Of course he was afraid of the Second Inquisition, what kindred isn’t? He doesn’t know very much about them but only that his sire taught him to get far away as possible if one is nearby. Ariyah’s philosophy sent Yuri into a series of troubled thoughts. Was what he’s been doing these past years going to help him? What if someone tries to frame him for a crime he didn’t commit and his word isn’t being taken for? Did he have enough strong connections that other kindred would vouch for him? The mortician’s inner turmoil was evident on his half-revealed expression, unsure how to even respond, or if he even should.

If there was one thing he knew like an old friend, it was fear. Fear of failure, fear of being hurt or hurting others… the fear of what others think about him. Nothing is as black-and-white as it seems, there’s plenty of in-between colors that make up morale and opinions. Where did he lie in this wheel of black, gray and white?

“A majority of my decisions… from my life and unlife… I’ve always thought I was making those decisions because I simply didn’t want to but now… now I’m not even sure anymore.” Yuri stuttered under his breath.

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