Can’t blame her, really? [ he adds that warning of monika on his wall — do not push, might clam up — as he talks. We must have brought a lot of chaos with us when we all came in and refused to play along.

though honestly, he thinks to himself with annoyance, can you blame them? waking up in different bodies, powers stripped away from you, taken away from loved ones… not the best way to endear one’s self to majority of the individuals you’ve decided to bring over to bump up the numbers of the town.

the flash of aggression is tempered with shame, remembering his conversation in the church— is it really that bad here? why not stay for a while? had been more or less asked to him, making him realise that some preferred this than what they had prior to their arrival.

which he admits makes sense with how going back home won’t be promising for some of them... the likes agatha and wrathion come to mind. ]

—Do you think there are more like her? People we can talk to and see if we can shake information out of? [ he taps at the section he had written up on chief harding, the part of him being possibly one of them. ]

I think he’s our best bet from what Takame and Sans told me. Maybe.