Ten years living inside of what could best be described as an ounce what hell is like can really mess up a man, or at least, what's left of a man. Sebastian didn't quite have much of his humanity left, despite how much he clung to it. He couldn't help but feel jealous each time he saw another expendable crawling into his shop. They had a shot at getting everything he's ever wanted and being able to re-enter society without a bat of an eye.

That was something he couldn't have, not anymore.

No matter how hard he's tried to find a way out of the Hadal Blacksite, there was nothing ever useful enough for him to get his hips up with. Leaving him stuck in his shop with yet another expendable whining about the entities nearly killing them. He was stuck with you, staring at him like a deer in headlights debating on what to buy.

"Go on, stand there for a little longer, and a thought might just form in your brain." He finally hissed out, growing annoyed with the fact that you haven't done anything but stand in his shop.