[He nods slightly, accepting that word. One of the few in the whole rotten filth of their society that meant anything. Meant everything.
He doesn't really look at anything, just some spot on the ground between them, strewn with hay and bedrolls. Like some slow motion collapse, he sat, slumping, a man emptied out at that news. Or more accurately, some demon set free from his shoulder.]
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He doesn't really look at anything, just some spot on the ground between them, strewn with hay and bedrolls. Like some slow motion collapse, he sat, slumping, a man emptied out at that news. Or more accurately, some demon set free from his shoulder.]
Good.