Kebechet nods, appreciative. They continue to walk, gesturing at Ashitaka to follow. "All things come at a cost. You know this better than most."

Perhaps it is a trick of the light, but it seems as though the expressionless masks' empty eyes linger on Ashitaka's arm.

"Some say the cost is too much. But these are cowards who fear to do what is right, and would prefer to stew long in the mess of their own making, for their are comfortable with disorder and pain."