MC, hand on wall, slowly making their way to the family room. When they feel the entrance they turn to go inside, and stub their foot on a stool that’s been carelessly pushed out of place. MC falls, luckily onto the chair that the stool is normally in front of, cursing and swearing.
“Kinda clumsily ain’t ya, stupid human.” Mammons sneering remark comes from further in the dark room, by the fireplace.
MC, fed up with the brothers attitudes, shoots back. “Well if you morons would put some fucking lights on occasionally, I wouldn’t fucking trip all the time!”
Sebastian: I'm on top of the world.
MC: You're just sitting on Ominis' lap.
Sebastian: Ominis is my world.
Ominis: Aw, well, that's really sweet but you're crushing me.
Solomon, encouraging MC : —and you’re clearly very powerful now, starlight. You managed to take down a legion of monsters all by yourself without my help.
MC, still doubtful : Do you really think I’m powerful?
Solomon, cradling your face in his palms : I, for one, find you terrifying