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Completely unable to understand how Luna knew exactly what was and what wasn't a demon--the bird looked normal enough on the outside to him--Michael sighed and shrugged. "Well, if you say so. It seems a bit arbitrary to me, though."

As the cyborg--whom he still believed was fairly crazy--told his tale, Michael listened with skepticism...and maybe a bit of anger at the boy's "family." Honestly, they didn't sound like they cared very much about him, tampering with his body like that. But if that was the case, wouldn't he feel angry at them? And then, there would be no reason to enter the Aether, right?

Glancing at Luna, Michael shrugged. "Well, I don't know how believable his story is. What do you think? Or you?" He glanced over at Gris' master as well...ugh, and that man still hadn't told Michael his name yet. Did that pass over his head or something?

While he waited for their responses, he couldn't help but feel that they should have started their journey into the ravine quite a while ago.