[ Being called a monster so brazenly doesn’t even have his eyebrow raising. The exorcist isn’t wrong: that’s exactly what he is. A daemon, a tool, worthless unless having a goal and purpose. The blight staining his face is the physical manifestation of his sins. It doesn’t bother him, he doesn’t regret any of it—so he can only accept those words with a huff of laughter. Yeah, he’s trash. Thanks for noticing.
What does bother him is the rest of what the exorcist says. Mouth twisting into a purse, ]
What do you mean? What exactly have you heard?
[ Despite his distaste for the man in front of him, he does have to reluctantly acknowledge that he seems to know a thing or two. From there being no bodies in the graves to something about the world’s consciousness, he’s obviously had his ear to the ground. As expected of an exorcist. ]
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What does bother him is the rest of what the exorcist says. Mouth twisting into a purse, ]
What do you mean? What exactly have you heard?
[ Despite his distaste for the man in front of him, he does have to reluctantly acknowledge that he seems to know a thing or two. From there being no bodies in the graves to something about the world’s consciousness, he’s obviously had his ear to the ground. As expected of an exorcist. ]