STRANGE GIRL.

             

<sup><sub>She  stares  briefly  at  the  offered  space  before  realizing  the  gesture.   A

  quiet  ‘ thank you ’  slipping  from  her  lips  as  she  acknowledges  that  it  was  indeed

  meant  for  her.     Grateful  to  escape  the  train’s  crowded  aisle  and  from  standing.</sub></sup>

  ‘  ^{_{To  answer  your  question:  I’m  conflicted  to  say  I’d  agree.}}   ’

               
‘  <sup><sub>Every  demon  has  their  own  sets  of  
intentions  and  impulses,  though

  not  all  act  upon  them.  YET  humans  are 
similar  in  that  notion…  That  they  have

  their  own  shrouded  intentions  and 
impulses.</sub></sup>  ’            <sup><sub>His  question  sank  in  deep.

  Izumo’s  mind  thinking  far  beyond  her   comprehension  to  explain  it.   She  agreed,

  not   EVERY   demon  is  malevolent.    An  example  being  herself.   But  to  actually

  ADMIT  such?   It  felt  taboo,   against  every  moral,   a  sin.</sub></sup>   ‘  <sup><sub>And  while  I  may  be

  strange,  you  are  even  more</sub></sup>  ODD,  ^_mister.  ’

                      _{———❝ I’M GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME PAGE HERE. if every human were divine, demons would have no quarter. ❞
he supposed the same could go for demons, how easily a mob of kind devils could turn the human race into fat licentious gods. there needed to be a balance of sorts, good and evil at the correct ratio, else all hell break loose. he wondered the exact numbers, but knew then he was part of the select few who tilted the scales.}

      _{❝ i’m not so odd if you think about it ; anyone is capable of free thinking, you especially, young lady. ❞
a smile, followed by the man sliding a hand into his shirt pocket. between two fingers, a gold embossed card moved from his hand to hers, placed there and folded over like a delicate gift. three and a half by two, the card listed a name — elliot kaufman — and an email address beneath a phone number.}

❝ i’m afraid this is my stop. ❞