[Now that he's more aware of reality and his surroundings, Toby notes there's a gunpowder-y smell in the air and knows that, much like his own blood on the mirror when summoning Abduxel, the demon's blood had baked when he took the memory. His gaze goes to Abduxel's arm, notes the crusty, dark line over the large gash, and then drops to the ground and glances at nothing in particular. Abduxel seems strangely silent, and Toby doesn't know what to make of this unexpected reaction.
His gaze goes to the demon's face when he finally speaks, and Toby's eyes narrow as his brows knit in confusion. How could he possibly understand? he thinks, and yet some part of him wants to believe that he's somehow connected with the demon.
But he still can't help feeling wary; there's a mix of defensiveness and suspicion in his voice.]
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His gaze goes to the demon's face when he finally speaks, and Toby's eyes narrow as his brows knit in confusion. How could he possibly understand? he thinks, and yet some part of him wants to believe that he's somehow connected with the demon.
But he still can't help feeling wary; there's a mix of defensiveness and suspicion in his voice.]
Oh, really now? Is that what you think?