If you weren't so revolting, we wouldn't have anything to rebel against.
[Well... Kevin's not entirely wrong. But as far as Gilles is concerned, he should keep his dumb angel opinions to himself! Because no one else cares about them. And someone is going to pay for what was done to Jeanne. Sometime.
And as far as Gilles is concerned, that's angels in a nutshell! Misery-making misanthropes! But nonetheless, he's annoyed when Kevin assumes all demons are the same. Because that's not the same as assuming all angels all the same.]
Don't be paranoid. I'm not even qualified to rule Hell! What do I want with him?
[He's still thinking about that ring, actually... Gilles clutches the tower more tightly, holding it as if it's a balloon that's keeping him aloft instead of the hunk of heavy metal that it is. He sticks his tongue out at Kevin.]
Just because Baalberith is always babbling about the elector this, the elector that—that doesn't mean Gilles de Rais cares.
[(Or does he?)
Engaging in banter with a familiar face may be a little fun. Not that he'd admit it out loud. But he'd been reduced to talking to paintings before Kevin had arrived.]
I'M GLAD, me too!
[Well... Kevin's not entirely wrong. But as far as Gilles is concerned, he should keep his dumb angel opinions to himself! Because no one else cares about them. And someone is going to pay for what was done to Jeanne. Sometime.
And as far as Gilles is concerned, that's angels in a nutshell! Misery-making misanthropes! But nonetheless, he's annoyed when Kevin assumes all demons are the same. Because that's not the same as assuming all angels all the same.]
Don't be paranoid. I'm not even qualified to rule Hell! What do I want with him?
[He's still thinking about that ring, actually... Gilles clutches the tower more tightly, holding it as if it's a balloon that's keeping him aloft instead of the hunk of heavy metal that it is. He sticks his tongue out at Kevin.]
Just because Baalberith is always babbling about the elector this, the elector that—that doesn't mean Gilles de Rais cares.
[(Or does he?)
Engaging in banter with a familiar face may be a little fun. Not that he'd admit it out loud. But he'd been reduced to talking to paintings before Kevin had arrived.]