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Sermung's gaze lingered on Hector for a quiet moment, and then he took a deliberate breath, exhaling slowly. "Sorry. Maybe I'm getting a bit too stuffy for my own good. You're not really like that, are you? I should relax."

And Hector was lost. What was he talking about? And there was something else in the aura now--yet another new thing that he couldn't quite pin down. Was that disappointment, maybe? Mixed with nostalgia? Agh, neither of those felt quite right.

"My bad, kiddo."

What the hell? "Why do you keep apologizing?"

"Because I keep presuming too much. You really are so innocent and kind. I can see it in you, plain as day. Good-hearted in the extreme. You should go back home to Atreya as soon as you can."

Hector's irritation was rising up again. While a lot of those words sounded like compliments, the aura was adding a certain subtext that he didn't much appreciate. Pity and sadness. Not just toward Hector, either. Toward himself.

Why was the man pitying himself, right now?

What a weirdo. Just a complete wall of indecipherable emotion and history, despite seemingly being such an open book before. And distracted, too. The guy's mind was still elsewhere. Wandering off into the distance. Wandering back in time. Even wandering inward, if that were possible.

Sad and bored and tired, yet still somehow supremely confident and warm and welcoming.

This man made no sense. An enigma cloaked in contradictions.

Hector found himself drawing comparisons with Malast. He hadn't actually been able to sense Malast's aura, of course, but the longer this conversation went, the more he felt like the God of Boredom might be quite similar to this, if only a bit more extreme in certain ways.

And much like with Malast, the more he spoke to this guy, the more difficult it was to not get pissed off. Especially because, unlike with Malast, this guy, ultimately, was still just a dude. A normal human. Undead, sure, but still human. Not some ancient god or whatever.

Somewhere in there, buried under that mountain of bullshit, was just a regular guy. Hector felt like he'd glimpsed it a few times, but it kept disappearing. Even this new version, speaking so casually, wasn't actually him, was it? Just another front.

But of course, that also made sense. This dude had layers. And plenty to hide. Naturally. There was plenty to learn from here, Hector knew.