As his leg were starting to ache from all the walking, Muroki wanted to ask his brother whether he knew where they were even going, but he said nothing. Did it even matter with their parents dead, without them ever saying goodbye? He knew that such a day would come, but he didn't expect it to happen like this, it took him completely by surprise. And to think that if they bothered to tell their parents where they were going the entire thing might have been avoided. The thought made him feel even worse with himself.
After what seemed to be more than just hours of walking, Muroki noticed some figures ahead of them. It was too hard to figure out what they were. He looked at his brother, who seemed to be as exhausted as he was, "Border patrol perhaps?" better than them turning out to be rogues or even worse the rogues who killed their parents. Not that he didn't want to find the bastards, but both he and his brother were too tired.