"I suppose that on that front, I'm not exactly subtle, am I?" The question was light, even if Lord El-Melloi II's tone remained deadly serious. He couldn't force any levity at the moment, even if it was just making a crappy joke. Anger was beginning to give way to exhaustion.

Not that he'd fall asleep in an instant. The quiet of a bedroom would let him ponder the same questions as Roman about being...this abomination. What it meant to have these powers, and what it might mean on a soul level.

"It only matters if others decide to listen to them and observe their work with respect."