Uriel allowed himself a brief smile as the horseman compared his feelings to those of the sick -- nothing unexpected there. After all, such things rather understandably formed the majority of the horseman's experiences. He often compared things to flying or the Presence, himself -- or, albeit very rarely, to Falling.
He frowned in thought, however, as he realized that the horseman must know about his self-destructive side. Just how much of himself had he revealed to the personification during that one night he couldn't remember?
His hand quietly crept towards his other wrist and the fresh scar there. He did manage to stop it in time, though. Deciding that he needed distraction from the thoughts of his attempt, he then started to speak.
"You don't disgust me," he said. "In fact, very few beings do. What you do doesn't bother me; it's not like my own job is the most popular one among any group of beings, after all. And if you think your appearance does that, you forget that I have seen every single demon in existence." He was quiet for a while, then repeated, "You don't disgust me," more because he didn't know what else to say than for any proper reason.
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He frowned in thought, however, as he realized that the horseman must know about his self-destructive side. Just how much of himself had he revealed to the personification during that one night he couldn't remember?
His hand quietly crept towards his other wrist and the fresh scar there. He did manage to stop it in time, though. Deciding that he needed distraction from the thoughts of his attempt, he then started to speak.
"You don't disgust me," he said. "In fact, very few beings do. What you do doesn't bother me; it's not like my own job is the most popular one among any group of beings, after all. And if you think your appearance does that, you forget that I have seen every single demon in existence." He was quiet for a while, then repeated, "You don't disgust me," more because he didn't know what else to say than for any proper reason.