[He hums around the brownie in his mouth, shifting in a little wiggling motion to get comfortable again. Everyone's got demons behind them. He knows he does. Yeah, it wasn't a deathmatch ring, but as a nightmare it's not as horrifying. His night terrors are worse. Plenty of ones he was forced into during that event were worse. Even now, he grinds his teeth a bit too hard for what he's eating thinking about Lup's incorporeal form hovering over him while he cried, nails digging bloody scratches into his arms. Could have been worse. He's lived worse.]

I mean yeah, as a life, it sucks. But you made it, right?

[He sucks in another puff, exhaling slowly into a billowing cloud.]

Y'do what it takes to survive. I get that. Just another day in the shitshow.

[He could have killed her. Should have. He had impossibly powerful spells, could have disintegrated her entirely and it would have been over. But he doesn't say that.

If he's lucky, she already knows, and understands that he showed mercy.]