( What a weird demon this is. But... wait, did he say...? )
Half...?
( Shealtiel feels like his heart is racing at information like that. Half? Half? His expression softens for a moment before it grows more guarded, and he unfolds his arms, grabbing at his own left hand instead. )
Half demon, half what? That shouldn't be possible.
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Half...?
( Shealtiel feels like his heart is racing at information like that. Half? Half? His expression softens for a moment before it grows more guarded, and he unfolds his arms, grabbing at his own left hand instead. )
Half demon, half what? That shouldn't be possible.