He watches the light as it appears, but he doesn't at all understand what he's looking at, and that's a unique novelty. Sebastian easily shifts so he's instead partially kneeling by the slab. He doesn't technically need to do so to hear her better, but that, and perhaps some sense of empathy, is the impression he wants to give. Not that his expression particularly matches the latter, though. It's not cruel or particularly cold, but it's certainly not one of someone taking her plight to heart. ]
You truly lament the power being returned to you?
[ It's a rhetorical question, since it's obvious. He's tempted to truly look and take an evaluation of what sort of morsel is before him, but he doesn't. For now. It almost feels too early to do so, because the conflict she feels is so clear that he doesn't need to take a peek at her soul to know it. ]
Could you not stay your hand? Must you kill for your power, Miss?
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He watches the light as it appears, but he doesn't at all understand what he's looking at, and that's a unique novelty. Sebastian easily shifts so he's instead partially kneeling by the slab. He doesn't technically need to do so to hear her better, but that, and perhaps some sense of empathy, is the impression he wants to give. Not that his expression particularly matches the latter, though. It's not cruel or particularly cold, but it's certainly not one of someone taking her plight to heart. ]
You truly lament the power being returned to you?
[ It's a rhetorical question, since it's obvious. He's tempted to truly look and take an evaluation of what sort of morsel is before him, but he doesn't. For now. It almost feels too early to do so, because the conflict she feels is so clear that he doesn't need to take a peek at her soul to know it. ]
Could you not stay your hand? Must you kill for your power, Miss?