observing a pocket of violet energies oozing through the barrier, baby contained the surprise by jinu's outburst. swallowed his temper that came after. he's gotten good at that lately. being blunted down, obedient, subservient. there's only a cocked brow as he faced his faux leader half-way, limbs sprawled carelessly over the railing. in his peripheral, an anguished expression; every emotion, every vulnerability, every haunt, flashing across jinu's features.

a spectacle beneath the moonlight. you're starting to show your humanity again.

“gwi-ma was always a means to an end with you, wasn't he?” was their mad king listening to the conversation? an ever-present thing, embedded into the very marrow. a ghost of a whisper against their ear. a reminder of their invisible chains. internally bristling at the thought, baby continued on despite: “i mean makes sense. why else would you 'suddenly' grow back a conscience after, what... four? fuckin' centuries? not to mention that girl from huntr/x.” he turned fully now, showing a fraction of his cards: an understanding.