[ While not at all a sentimental man — at least, not in the most traditional or correct form of the word — he must admit that being around Sebastian felt deeply, wonderfully, like being back home in the Abyss. The alien quality of his mind, the unknowable ethereality of his body, the logic and ration of his bearing were all far more familiar to him than not. It makes him wonder — if he had been able to delve into the depths, would he have come to find entities like this creature before him? Certainly, the observable abilities of a Turbinid-Dragon to prioritize targets, heedless of their edible quality, and treat their meals sadistically was similar to what Sebastian had professed about himself.

By now, Farnese has likely wedged that fuzzy little body somewhere around Bondrewd's shoulders. A nice warm spot, between the back of his helm and the broad line of his back, leaving his hands free to fold together, attention bouncing between conversation and the motion of the preparations before him. His voice a low thrum, as he tips his head respectfully to Sebastian: ] Perhaps, to those who once existed, I was to them — what you truly are. There is a certain degree of derivation, in being called a "demon" when the origin of such a term stands before me.

[ Surely, the word had been thrown around in reference to him.

He takes no offense, in the end! ]

You would be a unique category, if you are — at all — something that can be classified as 'living' in the first place. Philosophically, you are "alive". You exist, you function, you even seem to possess a soul. On an existential level, any scholar of semantics might classify you as such. Much study has gone into the human body, after all. Enough so that even you can study, research, adopt its basic functions and observable traits... but, are you able to examine yourself in such a way? Or were you "born" knowing every inch of what you are capable of?