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Alright.

[He's lied to humans in all sorts of configurations before, and it's absolutely never worked out. But you do whatever you want, bud.]

But they've all been pretty okay with me. The only person who freaked out was that grass kid, and that was more about him thinking I might be a lich.

I like the grass kid.

[And so, of course, she'll extra not tell him. She has no desire to freak Fern out.]

[awwww]

He doesn't mind demons at all.
Just didn't like me talking about my human suit.

You're seriously possessing somebody?

Ew, no.
It's a skinsuit.

[He's fairly sure he can't actually do any possession, but even if he did, it probably involves being shut up with their organs, and? Gross?]

That's still pretty ew. What do you look like in Hell?

Same, most of us use these at some point.
How else would we know what human pain is like?

Observation?

Your managers sound incredibly lenient.

I was a torturer. Human souls in pain were around me constantly.

Oh, I was too. That's why they tortured all of us first, when we were interns.

[...oh, wait, shit, that was probably fucked up, huh?]

I mean, they probably just liked doing that.