The question had been partially rhetorical, partially made from simple surprise. Maybe their encounter with the constructs of Set and flight from the guardians of Alexandria had put him in too much of a fighting mood, but things seemed to have moved so... quickly, now. Not that he found reason to complain at all, it was only a good thing.
He had hoped for an affirmative answer, had expected no real answer... but did not expect the lady reaper to respond. Especially not in such a... manner. His pale eyes focused on her alone, pondering just how to respond.
"I... don't think so..." Politesse was the best defense, so he decided to answer the question. She was being deliberately rude and sarcastic, he knew, but it did bring up an interesting question. Was his brain still... there? After so long it might very well not be, could that pose a problem? He gave one temple a delicate tap, listening intently for an echo within his own head, before giving the lady reaper a shrug.
"It was an important part of the ritual, we made sure everyone came back with their own."
Michael sometimes swore they had forgotten part of his. But Michael sometimes swore a lot of things. It probably wasn't true.
Considering their trade of words done for the moment -neither really seemed keen to talk to the other, and Semyon didn't want an altercation at the moment- the Wight turned his gaze to the others. Tamarind and the revived... Max, right? Had finished their greetings for the moment, the elven lady was speaking with Nestor, the golem seemed to likewise be observing the group. That was... everyone, yes? Except for Isis, the one who had brought them here in the first place... That was someone they needed.
Turning from the group, Semyon made his way cautiously towards the exit back into the Library proper. He didn't dare actually leave, not knowing if the guardians were still lying in wait. But he moved as close as he could, to be able to peer out into the ruins they had wrought not too long before, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Egyptian goddess in question.
Gun drawn and ready once more, he kept watch, ready to signal her over should she appear, and to make sure nothing else tried to get through to his comrades.
He had hoped for an affirmative answer, had expected no real answer... but did not expect the lady reaper to respond. Especially not in such a... manner. His pale eyes focused on her alone, pondering just how to respond.
"I... don't think so..." Politesse was the best defense, so he decided to answer the question. She was being deliberately rude and sarcastic, he knew, but it did bring up an interesting question. Was his brain still... there? After so long it might very well not be, could that pose a problem? He gave one temple a delicate tap, listening intently for an echo within his own head, before giving the lady reaper a shrug.
"It was an important part of the ritual, we made sure everyone came back with their own."
Michael sometimes swore they had forgotten part of his. But Michael sometimes swore a lot of things. It probably wasn't true.
Considering their trade of words done for the moment -neither really seemed keen to talk to the other, and Semyon didn't want an altercation at the moment- the Wight turned his gaze to the others. Tamarind and the revived... Max, right? Had finished their greetings for the moment, the elven lady was speaking with Nestor, the golem seemed to likewise be observing the group. That was... everyone, yes? Except for Isis, the one who had brought them here in the first place... That was someone they needed.
Turning from the group, Semyon made his way cautiously towards the exit back into the Library proper. He didn't dare actually leave, not knowing if the guardians were still lying in wait. But he moved as close as he could, to be able to peer out into the ruins they had wrought not too long before, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Egyptian goddess in question.
Gun drawn and ready once more, he kept watch, ready to signal her over should she appear, and to make sure nothing else tried to get through to his comrades.