[ Satisfaction winds through the lingering miasma of pain; he smiles through both of those oppressive emotions, and looks back and forth between Gray and his now-empty hand as if he's searching for vestiges of her in his empty palm.

Interested in her, in a way that archaeologists find rock formations fascinating. Gray asks him who he is, and the curl of his lips widen to show teeth. ]

Who am I? Or, hm, I suppose you mean what am I?

[ Twisting words like thread. He rears up from his previously-knelt position, low-hanging robes shifting like shadows in dim light. ]

I'm merely the same as any other lost soul that's been carried here. Suspended neither in heaven, nor hellー

ーmmm, limbo incarnate. [ He spreads his arms, and laughs. A little inside joke, at his own expense. ]