[After only a few meetings, Chikusa's never seen an expression like that cross the demon's face. Hunger, cruel delight, mocking ease, yes, and he's come to expect all of those. But that sharp expression, that rapid change...]
[For a second, Chikusa is left visibly off balance and he reacts on instinct. Even meeting the demon as he's been doing can't stop habit, after all. He tenses up, takes a step back, and doesn't keep his eyes off of him until the conversation has moved on.]
...But you would say that, wouldn't you? That miracles don't exist. As a demon, it's your way.
[There's still that wariness that the ruthlessness he saw could come back at any second.]
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[For a second, Chikusa is left visibly off balance and he reacts on instinct. Even meeting the demon as he's been doing can't stop habit, after all. He tenses up, takes a step back, and doesn't keep his eyes off of him until the conversation has moved on.]
...But you would say that, wouldn't you? That miracles don't exist. As a demon, it's your way.
[There's still that wariness that the ruthlessness he saw could come back at any second.]