──𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙐𝙈.

just because you did something bad， doesn't make you a bad person.

⠀ "black powder .ᐣ " their brows knit, as they gestured. starting to walk some. hands on the parchment, they spare one more look before carefully handing it back. "isn't it typically used in explosives and firearms .ᐣ" ⠀

⠀ their hand extends in return. once free, they reach for their helmet, unhooking it and hanging it on their belt. they nodded, looking down again at the face. "where was she seen last .ᐣ and what led you to the shopkeep?" ⠀

⠀ ah. they lean down some. let the snake inspect the armor. the intricacies designed in them. such a strange creature. they listen. piecing together what they're being told and lifting their gaze back to her. a subtle nod. "I see. ⠀

⠀ oh .ᐟ that's happening. their other hand joins, careful to catch the snake should it fall, but it seems to hold on. that's alright. "yeah, I probably smell strange, hm .ᐣ" they mutter to it. even they've noticed the very air smells ⠀

⠀ "it is alright. I need something to fill my time." until the God instructs them again. oddly silent these past few days. they look over the face again. reason being for the offer— this face reminds them of one of their sisters. ⠀

⠀ "still," they pause again, hand still out for the parchment. "never assume you're ahead. you may accidentally give them a lead this way." they adjust, mask looking down at her. blank. much like his voice. armor built with glass and ⠀

⠀ they follow the snake with their gaze. an innocent looking creature. curious of him. many are, but the creature has their gaze. it follows her as she leaves. and they stand quietly a moment. only to follow her from the door, sighing ⠀

⠀ he really doesn't care. not really. this world is fleeting his efforts is best spent on things more permanent. still, they pay for their components. and turn their head to see what's being held to them. curious, they think on it and ⠀

⠀ they don't look up. the book in their hand clapping shut, they don't waise their head a moment. and when it does, it's in silence. the mask turned her direction, then towards the direction where the shopkeeper had been. "it depends," ⠀

⠀ they remained in the background. wearing armor, and a mask that obscured their face. silent, they were rifling through books and items. but an ear was out to the situation. curious, that someone would rat out a shopkeeper. but, at the ⠀