[...There's nothing to say to that. It's true, after all, and he's known that from the start. For all that the vessel itself is human... The mind, the words, the home, those were all that of a demon. There's no way to forget.]
[So that question feels piercing, like an accusation for all that Chikusa knows that's his own upbringing yelling at him inside of his head. Certainly, a possession of this kind is something foreign to him and his usual methods of exorcism might not have worked... But a proper priest would have at least tried.]
[But... His fingers curl around his drink as he avoids making eye contact.]
no subject
[So that question feels piercing, like an accusation for all that Chikusa knows that's his own upbringing yelling at him inside of his head. Certainly, a possession of this kind is something foreign to him and his usual methods of exorcism might not have worked... But a proper priest would have at least tried.]
[But... His fingers curl around his drink as he avoids making eye contact.]
...I was curious.