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The Room

*Lecter's face darkens*
Lecter: My mother might have been seduced by him, or hexed. Be'lak either wanted an heir, or to pleasure himself, or both. He gave me my Devil trigger, and my mother gave me any of my respectable traits.

The Room

*Lecter nods once and strikes a cigarette*
Lecter: It won't be easy, I just don't care to stroke a Devil's ego. Especially not that old bastard's. There might even be parts where death seems like a preferable end.

*Finnick shrugs*
Finnick: Just a distraction? Pff, I can do that piss drunk. Druffalo herd, dragonling in the cellar, chlorine gas in the chimney, name it and I've probably done it.

The Room

*Lecter raises an eyebrow slightly*
Lecter: You want to walk into the arms of Hell. Braver than most, even some Devil Hunters. The old bastard will have made himself a tear somewhere, a makeshift Tem-Ni-Gru, if you will, but backwards. Get through that, and we'll be at his doorstep.

*Finnick's smile widens*
Finnick: Displacement, illusion, primal, elemental, telekinetics, tectonics, just to name a few. And I do jobs, but for what, how much, and why are questions that come with them.

The Room

*Lecter's gaze focuses on the ground for a moment before returning to meet Sasha's again*
Lecter: To actually end him, he'll need to die in Hell. He'll be at his strongest there as well, with every power he has at his disposal.
*The Devil Hunter sighs and resists the urge to draw another cigarette*
Lecter: To find him there, that should be easy. He wants me there, to be at his side.

The Room

*Lecter sheathes Karma as he turns his head to look at Sasha*
Lecter: Soon, I'd say. I can't wait for him to attack again, this place has seen too much fighting already.

*Finnick smiles at Eustace as he approaches*
Finnick: The best kind of one. I'd say I dabble in a bit of everything, but that doesn't quite explain it.

The Room

*Lecter is quietly cleaning his gear in the living room, thinking over past events and where he'll go from here*

*Finnick yawns and pokes his staff at a tree, which shifts into a humanoid form while creaking and groaning in the process*
Finnick: Find me something to eat. Make sure it's cooked, too. None of those berries or dirt or whatever the Hell you normally eat.
*The tree golem silently turns and wanders off, occasionally creaking and humming as it goes*

*Elewynn heads inside to check on Jillial, but keeps a respectful distance so as to not bother her*

The Room

*As the others clear away from Horus' grave, Lecter kneels in front of it with Karma tipped downwards. The Devil Hunter then bows his head respectfully*
Lecter: Pace in morte.
*He holds his position for a moment longer before he brushes himself off, and lights another cigarette*

The Room

*Lecter shifts slightly in his stance, but doesn't react apart from that, as even though he's annoyed at Thoth's comment, he's not about to start an argument at a funeral*

*Finnick and Elewynn are at the treeline talking with one another, a fair distance from the funeral*

The Room

*Lecter nods and turns to John*
Lecter: A tall... thing. Probably the same race as Horus.

The Room

*Lecter walks outside as well, having cleaned up his appearance a bit*
Lecter: Anyone else coming that we know of?
*His voice is hushed as he speaks*