( if someone feels a vague and nagging sense of unease when speaking with makoto, it only means they're sane — or, at the very least, have good instincts.

some have brushed off his questions or merely given him the shortest and most brusque (read: uninteresting) of answers, so when the silver-haired man seems to think so deeply on it, makoto decides to settle in to wait to see what the outcome may be, head canted slightly to one side and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

ah, but he's a livelier one than so many of their fellow dour captives. it's a welcome change of pace. the demon plays off of the energy, similarly leaning to listen in on the priest as he lowers his voice to a more conspiratorial tone, setting the guards in their mutual gaze. where some might recoil from their personal space being invaded, makoto doesn't seem to mind a bit. instead he seems purely rapt in his attention to the stranger's reply, though by the end his smile has taken more firmly taken place and a few light chuckles are shaking his shoulders. )

I can't say I have. Though such colorful options for human sacrifice would certainly make for an exciting and unique end to all of our lives.

( said so blithely, so cheerily... )

Another question then, sir, if you wouldn't mind: for what reason do you think they've gone to such lengths to gather us all us like this, if what you've suggested is their final ends?