( he's hunted and killed enough fiends, enough devils, that the feelings run like clockwork, shuttled along a track that's familiar; there's nothing to feel sorry about, nothing to be upset about, because every time he's fulfilled a mission, the opposition has always fought back. always made some comment about killing humans, maiming humans, always filled with such vitriol and evil that it's easy to feel righteous. to let everything fuel his anger and his guilt and his desire to wipe out the most evil part of them all, even at the cost of his life. and it had taken denji's stupidity to make him consider that there could be another option--that a painless death could be a kindness, for a thing that had never deserved kindness to begin with. he still thinks it's ridiculous, but that hard wall is starting to soften, even now; even at a distance, with neither denji nor power in sight, he still questions his resolve.
because robin's wings curl, like she's afraid of him. like he's going to go for her throat, slash and cut it open, stand over her body like a victory. he doesn't miss the little flicker above her head, either--and how ridiculous is this? that he should be faced with someone who would raise his guard up, only to be proven wrong, in the end? it's a necessary dig, maybe, for an ego that has hardened over the years, too focused on doing what he knows to do.
with a slow breath, he shakes his head. halovian. never heard of it. )
We aren't from the same world. ( he confirms it with a soft breath--and rather than close the space between them again, and spook her further, he takes a step back, almost inviting. like she can follow him, or she can escape out the other side of the bar--whatever makes her comfortable. )
I'm a Devil hunter. I know someone that looks...like you. A Devil.
( but one that cooperates with their squad, so he wouldn't have killed her anyway. he doesn't think explaining that now would do any good; he's already let himself into a complicated situation, and the best route is an easy defusal. )
It wasn't my intention to insult you, or your...appendages.
( his jaw rolls, like he can't decide if that's the right way to put it: but he takes another step, encouraging, as though he would rather continue the conversation in pursuit of an empty room. )
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because robin's wings curl, like she's afraid of him. like he's going to go for her throat, slash and cut it open, stand over her body like a victory. he doesn't miss the little flicker above her head, either--and how ridiculous is this? that he should be faced with someone who would raise his guard up, only to be proven wrong, in the end? it's a necessary dig, maybe, for an ego that has hardened over the years, too focused on doing what he knows to do.
with a slow breath, he shakes his head. halovian. never heard of it. )
We aren't from the same world. ( he confirms it with a soft breath--and rather than close the space between them again, and spook her further, he takes a step back, almost inviting. like she can follow him, or she can escape out the other side of the bar--whatever makes her comfortable. )
I'm a Devil hunter. I know someone that looks...like you. A Devil.
( but one that cooperates with their squad, so he wouldn't have killed her anyway. he doesn't think explaining that now would do any good; he's already let himself into a complicated situation, and the best route is an easy defusal. )
It wasn't my intention to insult you, or your...appendages.
( his jaw rolls, like he can't decide if that's the right way to put it: but he takes another step, encouraging, as though he would rather continue the conversation in pursuit of an empty room. )