[Beings that want to be close to humans, yet hate them. The shadows of humanity; ayakashi were all the same, one way or another.]
[Matoba pauses with his fork in the ends of the tiramisu, considering Nero's shattering mask. And why had he chosen this craft above all others? It's why he asks, juxtaposed against Shylock, and yet the way in which he does so couldn't be more different.]
I am an exorcist, one who stands between humans and spirits. My clan was formed over many centuries by humans who all faced the same threat of extinction, [He scoops up another bite of the cake, swabbing it through cream, and bites down on it to relish in the taste. A small happiness.] --from the grudges of violent spirits who would never forget the transgressions of our ancestors. My existence as head of my clan is a shield to those who cannot escape that hatred.
So long as I exist, there will be humans who will never know that danger. And so, since I am already tainted with Sight, why not take my cakes where I can take them?
[Omf. He stuffs the last bit of tiramisu into his face. Nero was an interesting one; he thinks what Bradley had told him about Eastern wizards was perhaps a touch underselling it.] They are delicious.
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[Beings that want to be close to humans, yet hate them. The shadows of humanity; ayakashi were all the same, one way or another.]
[Matoba pauses with his fork in the ends of the tiramisu, considering Nero's shattering mask. And why had he chosen this craft above all others? It's why he asks, juxtaposed against Shylock, and yet the way in which he does so couldn't be more different.]
I am an exorcist, one who stands between humans and spirits. My clan was formed over many centuries by humans who all faced the same threat of extinction, [He scoops up another bite of the cake, swabbing it through cream, and bites down on it to relish in the taste. A small happiness.] --from the grudges of violent spirits who would never forget the transgressions of our ancestors. My existence as head of my clan is a shield to those who cannot escape that hatred.
So long as I exist, there will be humans who will never know that danger. And so, since I am already tainted with Sight, why not take my cakes where I can take them?
[Omf. He stuffs the last bit of tiramisu into his face. Nero was an interesting one; he thinks what Bradley had told him about Eastern wizards was perhaps a touch underselling it.] They are delicious.