[ So far as Sebastian knows, Sieglinde is certainly the closest to having figured out just what he was. She wasn’t a “true” witch in the sense that she wasn’t employing magic to do her work, but that hardly meant that Sebastian took her less seriously for it. Even a witch without magic was more wise to the ways of them than the average person, and he knew from thousands of years of experience that it only took an inkling for the right person to pick up on all the little hints that he liked to leave. He took nothing short of delight in leaving the puzzle plainly visible, but only understood once you questioned an assumption as basic as his humanity.
As such, his attention is much sharper than he lets on. He’s watching her reactions from the tension in her posture to the way her face grows pallid. It could simply be from expressing her worries, her grief, because truly, his reappearance has clearly unnerved her. But he knows better than that. He has to wonder what made her question whether he would join a legion of demons, after all. If that question hadn’t been there, then perhaps he could have been satisfied with her answer of being drawn by the power of magic, but…
Naturally, he doesn’t say a word to that.
His expression drifts into one of concern as she admits the attraction to power, just as it should, and he does give a careful warning: ]
Well, goodness, I am glad you resisted the temptation. The allure of power is quite a dangerous one. [ He nods towards his marked hand, though the sigil is hidden under his glove. ] Perhaps the young master and I would know that best.
[ He hasn’t forgotten that she knows something, after all. But by his memory, she had half-correctly identified them as devil worshippers. He sighs and shakes his head. ]
Regardless, I hope that you find it a good thing that I have returned. Please pardon me for noticing, but by the state of things, I would venture that it was needed.
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As such, his attention is much sharper than he lets on. He’s watching her reactions from the tension in her posture to the way her face grows pallid. It could simply be from expressing her worries, her grief, because truly, his reappearance has clearly unnerved her. But he knows better than that. He has to wonder what made her question whether he would join a legion of demons, after all. If that question hadn’t been there, then perhaps he could have been satisfied with her answer of being drawn by the power of magic, but…
Naturally, he doesn’t say a word to that.
His expression drifts into one of concern as she admits the attraction to power, just as it should, and he does give a careful warning: ]
Well, goodness, I am glad you resisted the temptation. The allure of power is quite a dangerous one. [ He nods towards his marked hand, though the sigil is hidden under his glove. ] Perhaps the young master and I would know that best.
[ He hasn’t forgotten that she knows something, after all. But by his memory, she had half-correctly identified them as devil worshippers. He sighs and shakes his head. ]
Regardless, I hope that you find it a good thing that I have returned. Please pardon me for noticing, but by the state of things, I would venture that it was needed.