[ her eyes are brown, not white, and she looks like a normal young woman underneath the powers that had cloaked her. she very well could’ve come from his world. but her words earn a double-take. he frowns deep, lips parted, breathing hard as he turns towards her, then back to the scene, then to her again. he can taste the blood in his mouth, sour and metallic and vile. ]

Too convenient.

[ he snorts. ] So that’s the fuckin’ devil, huh. Would've thought a set-up was too basic for someone on that level.[ he steps over a few stray limbs to get a better look, though it’s impossible to avoid the mess of flesh and blood. ] So is that what this is, then? Punishment for rioting? Proof that the people need him? [ he turns to her, tense as some start to funnel back inside. ] What happens if someone tries to kill him?