Between the two of them, Cethin was of the strong opinion that he was the lesser monster. He's been alive for a long time, has read and heard endless philosophical pondering questions of the true meaning of humanity. All he really knows is he hasn't been a human for centuries, and his current "master" was a bitch. Somehow, as the generations continued, each individual that came to possess the pendant he was cursed to was more fucked up then the last. And more audacious too. Fake miracles. How blasphemous. Truly, this fake saint was the real monster here.

Cethin was just a, poor, poor victim in this whole situation. Definitely. Now, did he murder a man? Perhaps. Was said man the equivalent of a leader in his times? Also perhaps. But, he had regrets! He was redeemable.....Alright he'd admit the regretful feeling was more the getting caught part, and, well, being cursed with immortality and having to be subservient to the descendants of the guy he killed, blah blah blah. And the regretful feeling was more.... resentful. If he had had the chance to rip the saint into a hundred pieces a century ago, he would've taken it in a heartbeat. Nowadays though, the bloodthirst had lessened.

Now by no means was he getting tamed. If anything, Cethin was certain his psyche had only derailed as the years passed, any semblance of sanity and general "human" conscience long dying away. It was more the fact that despite hating the fake saint for all they were, for the the times they commanded him and used him like every one of their ancestors, they were also the only one who could see him. Who he could talk or interact with. Peering through other's dreams could only entertain him for so long. Much as he despised the fact, the saint stabilized him from turning into a raving monster.

He tilted his head, leaning in as his large clawed hands clasped over their shoulder. "That graceful smile of yours would be convincing if one didn't know you just scammed an orphan of their life savings. Aren't you humans meant to feel remorse?"