With the swiftness.
Life outside of its parameters shows Daken taking his sidestep in the game of life.
In this he makes his swing for the outer rim, by keeping up with the times he was accustomed. It didn't take long for the need for change, as his back was in the breaking stages. Young and demonstratively emaciated. He had been succumbed by fortunes not his own and it would take a new stirring within to awaken his senses by becoming confident in his actions.
It would be in the responsibility of those said mistakes that keep him footloose.
By and large his own man, he deals in the trade of flesh pounds, though it is not in a market of any value, instead it is by bearing his cross.
Daken is a rendition of those rough and able stories, when the yoke is not easy nor burden light. Instead, he is made into something he thinks exists inside, but the purpose and or drive isn't beyond him.
It is more the sheep to the slaughter that makes his approach seem his cause, but unworthily, and it makes him a whisper of wind. Not that it makes him stronger, rather weak instead as it tears his humanity from him. It can't be that he is a "nice" guy, though to him it appears natural to others, he himself takes more of the bearing of the responsibility, and rather than sharing it among his peers. He finds this hollow alone time with his thoughts, feelings, and the indecision that cripples others, when it is him instead that proves a weak person. With the inability to recoup what it is lost, he knows not how or why, and it is in these mercies of allotment that he finds persuasion in seeing consciousness seared.
