Semyon listened quietly to Atticus, absorbing the meaning of the demon's words in rapt attention. Norse mythology wasn't a subject the Wight was well-versed in, the gods and superstitions of his own land far, far more important to the choices he continued to make. Besides, there had been no shortage of comrades in the Boston Branch one could go to for that information, Tamarind and Grimm just two notable examples of many. So he took in and mulled over all Atticus said, waiting until the demon had turned to address others in specific before turning to Gabriel nearby.

"Valuable and dangerous, both." He nodded along with the words in answer to the man's previous comment. "Once we know where our quarry has fled, we can quickl- ah-"

Semyon had ignored the smaller conversations of others out of politeness -that [i]was[/i] the reason he didn't look anywhere near the Reaper... in a sense- but Henry Grimm's words were meant for all, and drew his attention. As he had with Atticus before, Semyon listened, contemplating what the Siren said to combine with what little he knew of the mythology in question.

He didn't know 'Ylva' or her connection to Grimm, and much of what the Siren said there was lost on the Wight. A quick rundown of likely opponents proved very interesting, however, as it meant he [i]shouldn't[/i] re-load for werewolves exclusively.

He was still going to carry one magazine of silver rounds, however. Just in case.

The words on how to possibly kill the 'Fenrir' were also listened to, but caused Semyon's lips to pull downwards the more he heard. The preferred weapon seemed far too difficult to craft, and the more the Wight heard of the god-beast and the ways to kill it, the less sure he was that plan might succeed. Anything could die, oh certainly, Semyon knew that far better than he had ever hoped to. But a spear crafted of cold iron, blessed silver and Yggdrasil heartwood? The only vulnerability being through the god-beast's open jaws? 

This was a beast meant to bring about the Norse Armageddon, yes?

...and now, according to Tamarind, it was indeed free.

"The mouth is a difficult way to reach the heart..." He mused the words in the silence that rose up after Grimm's speech and Tamarind's declaration. "This beast was imprisoned, correct? Could it be done again?"

Semyon looked from Grimm to Tamarind to Atticus, offering nothing of his own to follow the question. A question was all it was, to try and find out what options they truly had.

"I don't know these Gods. Can we trap Fenrir, or do we have to kill it?"