The confrontation between i and Nicodemus and the Demon was short but fierce.
And to others outside, it quite frankly may not have seemed as much.
—It may not have seemed as anything at all even.
"You talk too much for a Demon."
"[Heh. And you don't talk enough!]"
That was because the exchanges traded between Nicodemus and i went beyond what could merely be seen with the naked eye.
I could feel it, something sinister and discomforting trying to worm its way into me. It was different from the cold, inhumane influence of Murmur's Mask, and the aloof arrogance from activating Immersion.
'Sly.'
I could feel Nicodemus try to do something to me.
Was this what the others were talking about? Trying to take control of my emotions and mind almost naturally by speaking.
It was one of the reasons why i refused to exchange long, and drawn out words with him.
It was hard to notice, but also quite obvious to miss.
