[He's asking about the barbs? (Also, who taught him the word "zingers"?). Their relationship now is completely different from what he had anticipated when he made this decision in the first place... God, he felt sick for even considering using it on Mitsuhide— only if it absolutely, absolutely cannot be helped. Only then. And never to the end. Ever.]
Yeah, I congratulated him and then informed him that it doesn't suit a guardian angel to be living in sin.
[That... joke is not going to make one lick of sense to Mitsuhide, is it, considering how much it relies on non-native religions and (seriously old, but not, like, feudalism old) western pop-culture references.]
The corpses are piling high, there is plenty to eat.
Until everyone returns to their senses, we'll make sure it doesn't go to waste.
[It might sound a cannibalistic to talk that way about fellow monsters (not that it should bother Mitsuhide much), but it's all the same to him— and he really is referring to his partner, who's always fed on humans, so that acceptance born in his homeworld simply carried over here.]
Would you like to meet it? You like fire, right? I think you'll find it most beautiful, right now.
[Its ghostly fire is large, blazing, and warm; glowing beautifully, but its entire body is searing hot to the touch. Depending on how early he returns and how near to its feeding, it might still smell of freshly overturned earth...]
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[He's asking about the barbs? (Also, who taught him the word "zingers"?). Their relationship now is completely different from what he had anticipated when he made this decision in the first place...
God, he felt sick for even considering using it on Mitsuhide— only if it absolutely, absolutely cannot be helped. Only then. And never to the end. Ever.]
Yeah, I congratulated him and then informed him that it doesn't suit a guardian angel to be living in sin.
[That... joke is not going to make one lick of sense to Mitsuhide, is it, considering how much it relies on non-native religions and (seriously old, but not, like, feudalism old) western pop-culture references.]
The corpses are piling high, there is plenty to eat.
Until everyone returns to their senses, we'll make sure it doesn't go to waste.
[It might sound a cannibalistic to talk that way about fellow monsters (not that it should bother Mitsuhide much), but it's all the same to him— and he really is referring to his partner, who's always fed on humans, so that acceptance born in his homeworld simply carried over here.]
Would you like to meet it? You like fire, right? I think you'll find it most beautiful, right now.
[Its ghostly fire is large, blazing, and warm; glowing beautifully, but its entire body is searing hot to the touch. Depending on how early he returns and how near to its feeding, it might still smell of freshly overturned earth...]