[He turns his back to Royce and places a trembling hand over his mouth, grips his own face for lack of anything else to grip.]
Th-thank you. For the information.
[Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe. He still has questions to ask, but he can't do it like this. He breathes, and turns to face Royce again. No amount of breathing can hide how pale he is.]
... What are you? You eat souls, but... what are you?
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[He turns his back to Royce and places a trembling hand over his mouth, grips his own face for lack of anything else to grip.]
Th-thank you. For the information.
[Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe. He still has questions to ask, but he can't do it like this. He breathes, and turns to face Royce again. No amount of breathing can hide how pale he is.]
... What are you? You eat souls, but... what are you?