( as soon as the coil of flame draws barnaby's attention, makoto tenses, muscles coiled and ready to spring. he doesn't move at the same time as J's aggressive lunge, but he does very soon afterward, once again blinking out of existence and reappearing at the side of the other demon, pale eyes fixating on where the imperiled shard was held in barnaby's hand, primed to throw even as the man falls towards the ground.
but he doesn't. feathers wrap around them both, temporarily separating them from makoto, but he doesn't see the stone fall through them and toward the ground, prompting his diving forward to save it. his convictions didn't persist all the way to the point of personal oblivion, then.
that might very well be the answer he's presently looking for. makoto has little interest or much use for the world the Regent plans of creating. this is the third world he'd passed through, tossed upon their shores like interplanar flotsam, and there's precious little he's seen in any of them to convince him that sound annihilation isn't the best outcome to pursue. there is a piece of his mind that is still stuck in that same mode he had been in when he had first summoned J: is it not best to find a moment of near-perfect satisfaction, and then cease to be? all the pain that paved the path there was therefore functionally worthwhile, and all of the pleasure a happy and welcomed accident.
a low scoff sounds in the back of his throat as he leans in and pushes away the curtain of feathers, reaching out to attempt to enclose his left hand around barnaby's wrist like a vice. no, the demon is not usually very strong, but the residual pain from his healing wounds is enough to make him feel at least a little more authoritative. somewhat contrarily, his voice is dry and dispassionate, ) Please, Barnaby. Don't embarrass yourself any further.
( just because he'd lost his faith in the cause — or, at the very least, what the cause could do for them — didn't mean that they had. makoto doesn't even want to favor the questions with a sincere response. instead he opens his right hand beneath barnaby's clenched fist, continuing in a low tone that brokers little argument, ) Hand it over.
( to makoto, this isn't up for debate. he clearly can't be trusted to hold onto it himself. )
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but he doesn't. feathers wrap around them both, temporarily separating them from makoto, but he doesn't see the stone fall through them and toward the ground, prompting his diving forward to save it. his convictions didn't persist all the way to the point of personal oblivion, then.
that might very well be the answer he's presently looking for. makoto has little interest or much use for the world the Regent plans of creating. this is the third world he'd passed through, tossed upon their shores like interplanar flotsam, and there's precious little he's seen in any of them to convince him that sound annihilation isn't the best outcome to pursue. there is a piece of his mind that is still stuck in that same mode he had been in when he had first summoned J: is it not best to find a moment of near-perfect satisfaction, and then cease to be? all the pain that paved the path there was therefore functionally worthwhile, and all of the pleasure a happy and welcomed accident.
a low scoff sounds in the back of his throat as he leans in and pushes away the curtain of feathers, reaching out to attempt to enclose his left hand around barnaby's wrist like a vice. no, the demon is not usually very strong, but the residual pain from his healing wounds is enough to make him feel at least a little more authoritative. somewhat contrarily, his voice is dry and dispassionate, ) Please, Barnaby. Don't embarrass yourself any further.
( just because he'd lost his faith in the cause — or, at the very least, what the cause could do for them — didn't mean that they had. makoto doesn't even want to favor the questions with a sincere response. instead he opens his right hand beneath barnaby's clenched fist, continuing in a low tone that brokers little argument, ) Hand it over.
( to makoto, this isn't up for debate. he clearly can't be trusted to hold onto it himself. )