[His answering stare isn’t as intense, but it drags on, too, as though waiting for something in her expression to come clear. In the end, he gives her a small nod.]
…Okay. Then I’ll help.
[Help her survive, help her escape. It isn’t really in a Reaper’s wheelhouse to keep someone alive, but at the very least, he can fight. If someone goes after her, they’ll have five feet two inches of demon-infused flesh puppet to deal with.
That’s worth something, right? If he’s here, it might as well be of use to someone.
"Well, it does take a certain kind of person to walk all the way to Hell just because they're facing existential boredom."]
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…Okay. Then I’ll help.
[Help her survive, help her escape. It isn’t really in a Reaper’s wheelhouse to keep someone alive, but at the very least, he can fight. If someone goes after her, they’ll have five feet two inches of demon-infused flesh puppet to deal with.
That’s worth something, right? If he’s here, it might as well be of use to someone.
"Well, it does take a certain kind of person to walk all the way to Hell just because they're facing existential boredom."]
Since we’re friends.