( he's a prolific little bleeding-heart, that priest, isn't he?
the answer is, of course, a combination of several of those opportunities. theirs was not a relationship pinned in one particular event but spread throughout several. abel had been the first person makoto had spoken to after being forced to ingest the Kenoma liquid in the throne room; he had asked the man how he weathered adversity, only to wither when he realized that the saccharine answer was not one he could properly replicate. they had gravitated towards opposite sects, and though he had reached out to him via Communion shortly after arriving in achamoth, his message was frank: they are amicable, but they are enemies.
after returning from venera the first time, he had gone to meet with the priest to speak about what had happened there — about why exactly he did what he did. memories of that meeting are still a vexing wound to the demon.
he picks up on the slow slide of her emotional timbre, and he responds in kind, bristling in aggravation at her perceived judgment. he responds swiftly and unerringly. )
Do not insult me. Demons don't allow petty things like that to cloud their judgment. ( they aren't bound to concepts like "contradiction" as humans are. on his path to surpass J, makoto had left his former employer, a man he truly felt he owed for how well he treated him, absolutely ruined both in mind and body. it had been no hard feelings; it had simply been necessary to use him as a stepping stone. a brief pause. ) I've already told the man that no conversation we've had will stay my hand when it comes to what I decide to do.
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the answer is, of course, a combination of several of those opportunities. theirs was not a relationship pinned in one particular event but spread throughout several. abel had been the first person makoto had spoken to after being forced to ingest the Kenoma liquid in the throne room; he had asked the man how he weathered adversity, only to wither when he realized that the saccharine answer was not one he could properly replicate. they had gravitated towards opposite sects, and though he had reached out to him via Communion shortly after arriving in achamoth, his message was frank: they are amicable, but they are enemies.
after returning from venera the first time, he had gone to meet with the priest to speak about what had happened there — about why exactly he did what he did. memories of that meeting are still a vexing wound to the demon.
he picks up on the slow slide of her emotional timbre, and he responds in kind, bristling in aggravation at her perceived judgment. he responds swiftly and unerringly. )
Do not insult me. Demons don't allow petty things like that to cloud their judgment. ( they aren't bound to concepts like "contradiction" as humans are. on his path to surpass J, makoto had left his former employer, a man he truly felt he owed for how well he treated him, absolutely ruined both in mind and body. it had been no hard feelings; it had simply been necessary to use him as a stepping stone. a brief pause. ) I've already told the man that no conversation we've had will stay my hand when it comes to what I decide to do.