[ The "celebrations" haven't begun yet and in fact, are still a few hours away. Loyal Achamites are hard at work in the central square setting everything up perfectly for the grand event that evening. Sebastian, however, is just watching with a cool expression that's difficult to read. Whether he approves, disapproves, or has no particular opinion isn't clear at all.

Really, he doesn't feel much of anything about it. Perhaps a distant sense of nostalgia, since the sheer ceremony of it all reminds him distinctly of the auto-da-fé in particular. He had attended a tribunal once, just for the novelty of it, essentially. An all-night vigil, Mass, and breakfast, all to lead up to the sentencing of heretics. All good fun, for a demon. In fact, the methods employed were in vogue for a while with his kind, since no matter how vicious demons could be, humans were always so much more creative with how to employ brutality. There's an irony to that, and to the role the heretics themselves play, and that's what he finds so interesting about watching these proceedings.

Maybe you approach him first, or are just standing nearby, but so long as you don't look nearly as enthusiastic as the Achamites themselves who are merrily working like ants, Sebastian will leave his thoughts to turn his attention to you instead. ]

It is a brutal thing, to die this way. [ If you expected cheerful conversation, well. Don't hang out by the pyre! ] What do you make of it? Is it just?

[ Things are getting busier, and between his own tussles and taking shots at the wretched dragon, Sebastian is experiencing something that he never did before. He's getting tired, at least minutely. Just that first inkling that he's having a little trouble is more than frustrating, but it's also not something he's inclined to show. For one, it's something he finds as viscerally disgusting as when he had emerged from the crystal so weak and so human, but... He's trying to be practical as well.

He may not have a full grasp on his allies' abilities, just as they don't have a full grasp on his own, but he can see clearly enough that most of them aren't suited to this. To be honest, he's not sure if he's suited for this. But he's not the sort to abandon a job just because it's difficult, and that means conserving his energy.

There's no small amount of blood on his person, some his own, some not, but it doesn't bother him terribly. He's en route to move into position again. ]

a. [ kenoma only]
[ If you're a Kenoma that Sebastian has met (or obviously on his side, however you choose to define that), you'll at least be met with a wry smile of greeting and a raise of his hand. He does not look thrilled even with that smile, but his voice is calm. ]

My, my. This makes for quite the introduction to our cause, I must say. How have you been faring?

b. [ pleroma only]
[ But if you're a Pleroma that Sebastian saw when they were discussed in the group Communion or meet him aggressively, his stance immediately becomes defensive as he raises a knife in one hand. He smiles, but there's a clearly visible strain to it. Who knows whether that's real or not, though. ]

Ahh... I suppose talking is out of the question, then?

(( ooc ; as a note for this prompt, it's more intended to be conversational with Pleroma than exchanging blows! Sebastian is going to be much more vicious if he feels cornered, so a true be careful. If that's the way the thread goes, a-okay with me and we'll hash it out, but just wanted to toss out an option for actual conversation, since Sebastian's first inclination is not going to be to attack here, so you're safe. ))