[You know, he knew exactly that Damian was the type to work with cows, and that is precisely why he said "most people." This child. He just sighs as he walks, pushing open a door with enough force that Damian should be able to trail along without also holding it. Inside, the school looks like a normal high school. Classrooms, lockers, and it's all clean. Used.
He's quiet at all of the comments on it being dangerous and experimental. He knows that well. He knew that when he was forced to pick up a demonic sword to save his friends. When he was injected with a demon. When he was tortured and experimented on all for this research.
But at the last question, he does toss back a cold look.]
What do you think? They die.
[Spoken as if it's a natural fact, as if he doesn't care even when he does. He hates every part of this. He wants to stop all of it, but he's still not close enough— he moves to the stairs, heading down.
He's being open with Damian for a reason, so he doesn't mind walking him all the way down to the sketchy lower levels.]
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He's quiet at all of the comments on it being dangerous and experimental. He knows that well. He knew that when he was forced to pick up a demonic sword to save his friends. When he was injected with a demon. When he was tortured and experimented on all for this research.
But at the last question, he does toss back a cold look.]
What do you think? They die.
[Spoken as if it's a natural fact, as if he doesn't care even when he does. He hates every part of this. He wants to stop all of it, but he's still not close enough— he moves to the stairs, heading down.
He's being open with Damian for a reason, so he doesn't mind walking him all the way down to the sketchy lower levels.]